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Cover me
within the earth,
place me deep.
I won’t feel pain.
I won’t bleed.
*Mortalità inevitabile.
Cover me.
I’ll shed my skin.
One life ends –
another begins.
Cover me.
Don’t mourn.
I’ll still go on
in petals of flowers,
in roots of trees,
in blades of grass,
I’ll break free.
Won’t take anything
where I’m going,
so I’ll leave my eyes
with the last visions
of your smile.
Cover me.
*Mortalità inevitabile is “inevitable mortality” in Italian.
Poet Rummager 
Beautiful piece Rose x
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Joshua! It’s been so long. Thank you for visiting!! How are you? Are you still writing? xo
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It has been some time!
I have been well and am still writing semi-regularly ( tough with some many essays to write for my uni).
Reopened my readers daydream website a little while ago from a copy I saved 😌
How have you been?
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I do love the Shakespearean look of your gravatar! I’m feeling happy; especially after hearing from you. I’ll visit soon! I found your link. Thank you so much.
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Couldn’t have received a better compliment 😂😎👌
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Powerhouse.
My heart skipped a beat at “mortalita inevitabile”. Too much tea, maybe.
Your writing gets stronger and more refined as time goes on.
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I made Oggy’s heart skip a beat? Well, you know what this calls for, right? A swooning dance! 💃🕺🏻Really? Thank you, darling… such sweet words that cause me to swoon again! Olé, Olé, Olé.
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This was so beautiful and sad. There’s such a tender wistfulness. Lovely reading, too, Rose.
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I always appreciate your words, Merril. We lost our kitten in July, and my heart is yet to heal completely. Spinks had quite the story, and someday, I’ll share it. Thank you. ❤️
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Oh! So sorry, Rose! It is so difficult to lose a pet. I understand that mourning. Sending you hugs.
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Spinks was a fighter until the very end. We covered him by our roses. Thank you, dear Merril.
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Oooh! La la la! enchilada. I hope you will take your horns, hooves and that beautiful tail of yours. Can’t imagine you without them.
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Haha! Aw, you!! What would I do without the silliness I so adore about you? Yes, indeed, my assets will come away with me! I wag my tail with glee, baby. 😈
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Thank God. I have stocks in hoove polish and horn polish and the best conditioner for your tail lol
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Please be gentle this time. Last time, you were brutal with my tail!
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Ha ha ha! We can write a book together, “The tale of the tail.”
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We’ll work together someday soon! Wouldn’t that be fun and scary at the same time?? 😆👻😈
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Swary! but fun.
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Your words ooze lovely peace, Rose…black, blissful nothingness. And sometimes, nothing is preferable to something. 🖤
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Hi Kaddie! Yes, peace is lovely. I do believe, though, that there’s something after death… “One life ends, another begins.” Although, fading into black during certain times of my life can be a sweet repose. 🙃
I’ll be knocking on your door soon. Please don’t let the ghosts and boogeyman know — I love to scare them so! 🖤💀👻😈🖤
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My lips are zipped. 🤐 Drop by anytime. 😊
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Never zip those gorgeously talented and eloquent lips! I’m on my way…. I love visiting you in the dark. 😈
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The dark softens everything…
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Mmmm
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Thank you.
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I loooooove your work.
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And I admire yours as well.
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🖤💃🕺🏻🖤
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😊
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Beautiful, almost sacred plea. Life continues, but the body that is left behind, deserves peace.
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Yes, lovely Inese! Exactamente. You read my poem succinctly. Thank you!! ❣️
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❤
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Such a powerfully sensitive plea (thanks for that word, Inese) beautifully read. The repetition is perfect
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Oh, I’m beaming, Sir Knight! You can’t see me, but I’m curtsying. Thanks so much!! 💋
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🙂 X
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Oh, this is painfully gorgeous. A devastating read.
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I appreciate your comments very much! There are actually many degrees of death and beauty. La petite mort is French for “The little death.” To me, that term describes the most beautiful kind of death of all…. La petite mort describes an orgasm. If that’s the case, I’ve died many, many times. 😈
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Oh, I know what it means. So have I. LOL
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I’m not surprised. 😉
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Yeah, the horn dog in me.
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You give a new meaning to a dog with a bone!
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Absolutely stunning, Rose.
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I’m happy you thought so, Alan! Tale Told inspired my poem.
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I shall check him out.
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Doc has a vampire poem you’d like! 🧛🏻♀️
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So beautiful and heartfelt! Your poetry is always so thought-provoking.
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Thank you, my lovely, multi-talented mermaid friend! I swim in a sea of splendor from your kindness. 🌊🐬🐟🐠🐋
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A powerful and moving Poem. Cover me, a perfect title and line in the poem. It touched me.
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I’m glad my poem touched you…. at least something of mine did. 😃 Seriously, I appreciate your comments and visits very much!
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You shone a bright light on the beauty of mortality.
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Brighter than a bolide?
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Brighter than a blue hypergiant star!
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Woohoo! 🤗
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Your poem reminds me of times in a different place, growing where we’d pack up the car visit the various cemeteries around the city. Your dark and alluring words bring me back to a simpler time where our curiosity about such deep matters deepened into the metaphysical.
I’m heading home in a few weeks and this is a wonderful taste of what’s to come.
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Hmm. Will you be visiting cemeteries? I enjoy looking at the old gravestones. Some of the carvings are amazing. Will you be writing about your visits? I hope you’re enjoying your trip! Thank you for your reflective words. I love seeing where my poem leads the reader’s thoughts. ❤️
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Beautiful imagery, Rose. It is always good to be reminded that we die, especially in such a bright and mystical way. Love to you from Australia. X x x
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Many thanks, dear Kate, for your thoughtful words! I haven’t forgotten your other lovely photos and plan to start another series in a couple of weeks. Much love and hugs. xoxo
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Lovely! Ready yet to collaborate?
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Ha! Never the shy one, are you? 💋
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imagining smiles on the faces
of all those worms & micro
organisms 🙂
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Big smiles, I’m sure! Lol.
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I am so spiritually moved! Amazing!
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So happy you were! Thanks a bunch. 🤗
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“one life ends, one begins” — yes, that’s the eternal law. We can’t avoid the end as without it there would be no beginning.
Wonderful piece, Rose! Just wonderful! ❤ ❤
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Yes! Exactly, Mani. Thanks so much. ❤️💋
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Such a profound piece of writing, beautifully expressed, Rose. ❤
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Thank you so very much, Iris! 💖
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Awareness of the cycle of life, beautifully expressed, Rose.
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Yes, everything must cycle on. Many thanks and great to see you, Otto. 😍
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I have so very much enjoyed lingering in your words on this beautiful September morn…
Thank you for sharing a part of you with us…. and thank you for making my morning even more beautiful…
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Lovely words! I’m enthralled and pleased to meet you, Michael. Happy September morning!🌅
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So pretty piece of art…keep writing dear friend…
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Hello Sohair! Many thanks. I shall try.
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A exceptionally woven poem, each word threaded with love and grace. Beautiful!
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I got pricked by a needle a few times threading this poem together! Lol. I love your kind words… a poem, as well. Many thanks, Lance.
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It is my sincere pleasure!
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Exquisitely penned
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Thank you very much Candice! I apologize for missing your generous comment earlier. 🌹
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This is so moving.
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Thank you very much for visiting.
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I have been away for a while and reading/catching up with your poems like this one made me really smile..happy to be back..
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Ill leave my eyes in last of vision
Powerful image Rose
To much life not enough play
I’m glad I came to hang
Out with an old friend
Like a warm blanket
Is covers me while
I can still remember
Once Upon a Time
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Thank you always for your beautiful words, darling. xo
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The circle of life…resilient and continuous. (K)
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Exactly, K. Thanks for reading my poem.
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This is so beautiful, Rose, and the repetition enhances its power perfectly! Love it!! 😄😍❤
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Thank you for you lovely comment, Sarah! Hope you’re enjoying your October. 🍂❤️💕
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Deep and heart felt…
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Many thanks! Apologies for my late reply. I appreciate your visit!
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Beautiful poem and beautiful words. 😍
We have no choice but accepting mortality, and even so it is so hard to be done by many of us. Art is the very best form to accept mortality since through it we become immortal. As you’ve written, our physical vessel becomes one with nature, it keeps living. Then, our real self is our spirit that truly dies. Except, we’ve left shards from it in art that may feed other spirits. So, accepting mortality is the way to become immortal. 😌
Again, it’s a beautifully read and framed poem. 🌹🌹🌹
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I love your interpretation of my poem and am touched you took the time to comment. Accepting mortality is the first step in believing that we do live on. Beautiful.
Thank you and may you find joy in the New Year! 🎉💋🎊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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I feel spoiled! Thank you Sir.
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Holy shitt! Ok I’m gone🚪
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