day of the dead

today is the day of the dead, so i looked around my poetry to see whether i have something on the subject. in 1988, this is what i said:

i wake up in the morning
and i realize:
death must be so sweet.

death has a younger brother
and he is my lover,
death has a younger brother
and his name is sleep.
sleep is my lover.

but he is my highschool sweetheart;
when i grow up
there will be death.

what do you think?

would you say it’s morbid, macabre?
melancholic, bittersweet?
realistic, natural?
spiritual, insightful?
goth?

4 thoughts on “day of the dead

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  3. Andrew

    “Sleep is my lover”

    I certainly agree with that one! Personally, I have a less active personality and sleep is probably my favorite activity.

    Death, I’m not so sure about. I think I prefer waking up in the morning – even if it means that I have to go to work.

    Cheers

    Andrew

  4. Andrew

    “Sleep is my lover”

    I certainly agree with that one! Personally, I have a less active personality and sleep is probably my favorite activity.

    Death, I’m not so sure about. I think I prefer waking up in the morning – even if it means that I have to go to work.

    Cheers

    Andrew

  5. isabella mori

    thanks for the comment!

    death … well … i think i belong to a small minority of people who think that death is, or can be, the well-deserved rest after a long life’s work. i can’t say that i’m exactly looking forward to it but i like to imagine that when my day comes, i can welcome death with open arms.

    but right now it looks like i still have a few more decades to go.

  6. isabella mori

    thanks for the comment!

    death … well … i think i belong to a small minority of people who think that death is, or can be, the well-deserved rest after a long life’s work. i can’t say that i’m exactly looking forward to it but i like to imagine that when my day comes, i can welcome death with open arms.

    but right now it looks like i still have a few more decades to go.

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