questions

 

how will the sky look when i die

will it be grey with dismay that it lost another soul

or happy another cloud has joined

will there be tears in my eyes 

or the sky's

will the stars dance with delight 

at the restless, hopeless, careless life that left muddy footprints on the rocks of central park

will the wind blow the trees into one smooth motion of jete 

i hope their pedals die with me

an ode to my life that was in some way part of theirs'

will the atmosphere be easy to breath,

cause dry, frozen breathes to be sucked in from the nose 

and released with a minty sigh 

or will the atmosphere be heavy and humid 

with sweat building, heart pounding air 

that punches you in the lung with each breath

who are you betting on that night? 

headlines screaming my life vs my faith



will the ambulance scream my name in hopes of my survival

whisper of my conjugated memory  

suspicion and disposition 

will the sky question my nobility 

or question the reliability of my autopsy report 


i hope i had the chance to take out the trash 

and turn off my lights

did i unplug my straightening iron


i hope the sky sees me as a beloved 

a spec of sand who once helped stop the ocean from becoming a tsunami 

a rock susceptible o an earthquake 

victim to nothing less but global warming and bad karma 


how will the sky look like when i die 

ive never seen the ballet

but ive seen the world perform my goodbye 

a concert just for me 

the birds dedicated a song 

as wet grass blades play strings

the sun coupled with the wind to strum it along 

waterfalls drums shoot against cold rocks

and the tickets were cheap

and the seats were great

but, I couldn't help look up at the sky 

and think

how did the sky look like when i died?

Comments

  1. Rina ShamilovFebruary 25, 2022 at 3:17 PM

    "will the sky question my nobility" is one of my favorite lines. it is also very revealing of your thought process, you go in deeper. it makes me question if i am a good person, and is that goodness reflected in the things around me? i think this is beautiful, marce. i love this

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  2. Professor MillerMarch 26, 2022 at 6:49 PM

    How did I miss this poem the first time around? There is a ton of good stuff here, and I think this would make a nice poem for workshop, so I am adding it to the list, even though it is a little old. If you prefer a newer one, let me know!

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  3. Yael SpodekMarch 27, 2022 at 10:20 AM

    WOW MARCELA. i love this poem so much. I was completely covered in chills by the end of it. My favorite part is the last part where you depict the world around you giving you a concert as you die. And I also love that you don't as your questions to "God" but to the sky - a tangible thing we can see. Love this poem!!

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  4. Enya SmilovicMarch 28, 2022 at 6:13 AM

    i love this. Love the opening and that one will become a cloud once they pass on, very cool thought. I like that everything you question has two sides to it the first question then the or this. You give readers so much to question and consider. I would suggest some edits to the final stanza when you say:
    while wet blades of grass played as the strings of a guitar
    I would change to: as wet grass blades play guitar strings

    the sun coupled with the wind to strum it along
    Here I would remove the and begin with sun coupled with wind, strumming it along
    waterfalls shot against cold rocks for drums
    waterfalls shot against cold rocks as drums (instead of for)
    Overall loved this so much I just think these few lines needed some word playing. Loved this poem so much and all the images within.

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