It's Meet the Bar and our challenge is hopscotch rhythm and rhyme (much more professionally delineated). My poem features a modern trend of "visitation"---that paying of respect to the dear departed---in which family meets and greets mourners without the casket of the departed in evidence. I recently attended one such reception...my first...and here's the tale in rhyme. Submitted to dVerse, April 22, 2021
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MODERN TRENDS
The husband of a friend has died
We must go to Joe’s visitation
(I had been told by a friend who knew
It was interment and not cremation.)
We all grow old, but we toddle on
We have to pay our respects
Granted when we fill the room
We’re a bunch of rambling wrecks
The room was filled with people
Remembering the dear departed
We made rounds til we arrived
At the point at which we started.
I had a burning question
But I didn’t dare to ask it
I’d looked around quite carefully
And I hadn’t seen the casket.
But we’d said hello and sympathized
Said “Sorry he had to go”
So we bid farewell and went on our way
Wondering…Where the heck was Joe?
Where's JoeSchmo?
ReplyDeleteMr. Biden's in the
Opaque Domicile, dear,
soon to be replaced
by MrT. See here:
♡ en.gravatar.com/MatteBlk ♡
Love you.
Cya soon.
be@peace.
-GBY