B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond – My Epitaph – August 29, 2015


She lived many lives
in many ages
proving that reincarnation
is here and now

on the move
that has been my fate
new countries
always something new to learn
no room to lament

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for:

B&P Shadorma and Beyond – The Epitaph – August 29, 2015

We Wordle – To Cecil The Pig – Memento Mori -Sepember 28, 2014

To Cecil The Pig

Ah – when I think of you dear Cecil,
I feel myself fall into a trance …
‘Tis hard for me
To keep track of all the hours I stayed with you.
Emperor of your kind …
The fine bristle of your hair,
The lovely look in your pinkish eyes,
And oh …
Your immoderate love of popcorn..
Alas in the end
‘Twas the bane of your existence!

How fair you were … so that still now,
I think of you.  ‘Tis true … your odorous
Effluvia was something to be forgotten …
But –
Your exultations … your appreciation,
For the food I brought you each morn,
Was one of your saving graces!
Alas – how they’ve rendered you.

Yet … dear Cecil,
You’ll still be with me for a time though.
Through this sublime offering we now enjoy,
We do not forget and indeed, we thank you,
For this lovely bacon that accompanies our eggs.


Accompanying the wordle (words below) at Red Wolf Poems  is a beautiful post (just click the link to read it) … with an invitation:

“… this week, let’s think about writing a memento mori poem. Memento mori (Latin ‘remember (that you have) to die’).

purpleinportland: trance
Irene: track
Jules: skin
Christopher: emperor
Misky: popcorn
Barbara: bacon

Epitaph Poem: Here lies…

© Ayer James

© Ayer James

Prompt: Write an epitaph poem.  It can rhyme or not. It can be funny if you’d like. It can be about a fictional character or a well-known person who has passed. You can choose to write about a beloved pet or a loved one you wish to pay tribute to or you can simply make it spooky for Halloween.  And if spooky is where you’re headed…a little tip: imagine it being read by Vincent Price or Christopher Walken. I think that’s a pretty good litmus test. Have a ghoulish good time!

Epitaph Poem

Here lies…

Here lies my poor Pizza.. Continue reading