Does the dead know that they are dead? (VIRELAY)

by Ş∂ņďħy∂   Sep 23, 2004


The tree grew in her shade
Her tears quenched its thirst
Inhaling her sighs, it stayed
And sprung up to be cursed

She hid behind a bonnet at first
Still, I knew she was so gaunt
At nights, she let her grief burst
At times, it made me feel daunt

Sporadically her thoughts did haunt,
But, Somatically I used to trace her.
Singing elegies, she used to avaunt,
Not being a trouble but a soother.

She was not visible to any other
But the dead were discernible to me
She always reminded me of my mother,
Who got killed near the same tree.

Doctors gave up their tries to save me
One night while struggling to sleep
I saw the face of my usual banshee!
With blur eyes, I watched her weep

Her tears took my pain from the deep
I tried to tell others who she was
But none would listen or peep
They felt my life was going to pause

I saw them covering me with gauze
They were all weeping so strident
As if I was lifeless, they tied my jaws
And locked me in a dark dull dent

Everyone changed since that event
They hardly notice me anymore
My mom and me are still not content
The world still leaves us ignored.

VIRELAY (VIHR-uh-lay)
An ancient French verse form consisting of stanzas of indeterminate length and number, with alternating long and short lines and an interlaced rhyme scheme.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Allen

    Mmmmm :) Great poem, I love reading it buts was not very sure about the theme or meaning... but now that you've explained it :D it all made sense and its great!!!! what a neat poem, take care Trincy and keep up the good work.

  • 20 years ago

    by Ş∂ņďħy∂

    Thankyou everybody for all the comments and inspiration.

    Lucifer: what does 3D have to do with poems? I guess i need a hit on my dumb-head with a baseball bat! MAy be i can refresh my brain that ways and think in a basehead style! :). MAy be then i will understand you! You make me smile always..thanks for that Mr. Vlad :)

    I was wondering what did people think about this poem. But no one commented about the theme.
    The poem is not about me! It is about a child facing death. It sees another women who is dead. But the child thinks that the person is alive. Even the women her self doesn't know that she is dead. That is why she is so upset. She finds her lonliness painful. The woman keeps attracting the child. (It symbolizes that death is inviting the child in some form.) She knows who that child is. No one else can listen to her or see her because they are far from death. Finally the child dies. Just before it died, it saw the face of the woman. The child realizes it is its own mother. No one listens to the child because the child is already dead. But the child doesn't realize it. It feels the same way its mother used to feel. Ignored and lonely! They can't think about anything else other than their deepest desire and so they remain inactive. They live dead.

    That is the shortest explanation i could give. I tried to show the relation of death and life. I left it knotty so that the readers can find their version of meaning. I can't say that this is the exact meaning i wanted to depict when i wrote it.

    Thanks again.
    Love, Trincy.

  • 20 years ago

    by Gary

    Its so lovely. Excellent work.
    "A thief always says i am not thief"
    An artist and a poet a rare combination. Hope u don't write stories ? Just kidding...

  • 20 years ago

    by Eibutsina

    very unique topic and style of poetry here Trincy - your a really great write i have read a few of your pieces hun and your very talented keep it up and thankyou for sharing!

    Eirisa

  • 20 years ago

    by Gracie Jo

    Wonderful poem! I loved it. Keep it up and take care!

    ~Grace

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