My
username: Whitman
My
password: the_stars
Studying
the river
And its
flow
I thought
about how I’d like to reverse life
And make
the night slow.
I then
stared at the stars, oh they are art!
They seemed
so sparkly,
They could
calm my heart…
Perhaps
even stop wars!
Under this
dark sky
With the
woods surrounding me,
I drifted
to sleep easily.
With a sigh
I flew high.
High above
the sky,
I found
myself among those stars,
They looked
so similar to me.
Oh Emerson!
Oh Whitman!
How could I
have been afraid to die?
I then woke
up everywhere*
With the
image of the moon in my head.
Its shape
resembled
The
realization I had had.
*
I decided to change “somewhere else” to “everywhere”, due to the idea of
decomposition and growth I get from Whitman’s poetry. The speaker dies, his
body is decomposed and then grows everywhere or is diffused, like grass that
covers graves.
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