Can you suggest/comment on my poem?
Death and Liquorice
It is funny how everyone sees me,
As a looming ghost above their head
In fact we have never met before
Yet they still anticipate me with dread.
What I do I do as a professional
Employed by the great circle of life
Every human is my loyal customer
Including you, man and man’s wife.
At the time our paths do finally cross
We both know that the time has come
For you to part with the living world
And then my work with you is done.
Usually when I arrive you are lying
Upon your back, waiting and silent
Sometimes you scream blue murder
Which ever way, I remain indifferent.
In doing my job, I look for a colour,
one that suits the life you have led
the saddened are blue, the lonely grey
the unlucky purple, the angry red.
Liquorice black is my favourite colour
These people are the easiest to free
For emotionless, empty are their souls
They remind myself too much of me.
4 answers
Main Entry: li·quo·rice
chiefly British variant of licorice
Is this what you really meant to say: "Which ever way?" Perhaps it is the space there. (Whichever...)
As for the poem, I think you did an outstanding job!
Sra
teacher: stepmother?
busdriver:
firemen:
television: information box
meatloaf:
police: law keepers
poptart: breakfast food
music: great noise
love:
computer: touch information
I don't know, any suggestions?
Sra