What image at my death
What touch, what taste, what sound will cleave
To me with my last breath
Will I smell loam some summer day
Before I take my leave
Or will I lay aside this clay
On some cold winter’s eve
Will twilight cut through autumn skies
When darkness blots my day
Will spring toss blossoms, roses rise
When I am called away
Perhaps the dark will chase the light
Of yonder azure skies
Or mighty hang the sun there bright
When last I close my eyes
Think not that these have weighed on me
These thoughts are ever light
But still, I ask, what will I see
When in the throes of night
Of the Poem (Backgound, Parameters, and a Side Note):
Dreadful though it may seem, the fact is we will all experience dying one day.
Often, even as a kid, I would wonder what exactly I would undergo my last day here- what sounds there would be, what tastes or smells, what I would hear or see. I used to wonder if I’d draw my last breath in the winter or some other season; if it would be day or night; if friends and other loved ones would be around, or if I’d be alone.
For some reason these questions emerged in my mind recently and I thought I’d put them to verse … hence the poem. Please, let me know how you like it.
Stanza: The poem consists of five quatrains structured very much so in the form of a ballad.
Meter: The first and third line of each stanza revolve around a tetrameter (i.e. 8 syllables per line), and the second and fourth are trimeters (i.e. 6 syllables per line).
Rhyme Scheme: The rhyme scheme, per stanza, is abab*
Notice that the end-rhyme of the first line of each stanza constitutes the end-rhyme of the second line of the following stanza (e.g. the word ‘leave’ of line one is repeated in line six). I did this intentionally, just for the heck of it. * So, technically, the rhyme scheme is: abab caca dcdc eded fefe