It came to mind
A poetry rejoinder to a recent poem “life is a verb” by
If life is a verb
Is death a noun?
Without life
Movement
Strife and trouble
Happiness
Those bubbles that we live in
Popped
Stopped
If life is a verb
Is death a noun
Pinned to a eulogy
The last span of words attached to our human history
Then boom!
Set free
Of movement
Sound
Breath
Death
The noun
Whispered with regret
This earthly husk moved solemnly to
Quiet embrace of timber
Or flame
The name of self
Or other
Perhaps dropped here and there
A noun itself
Becomes used less
And less
Until one day
Gone forever
Never again to be blessed with verb like action
She did
He did
They did
Nothing
Forgotten
Weeds growing around stone monuments
Some chase death
A protection from the ruckus
The pain
The ongoing goingness relentless pursuit of life
But I choose the verb
The noun
Is just too final
I choose life
*thanks Charly – your post triggered a little swirl in the leaves of my mind – not a brilliant riposte but I’m rusty after a few weeks without writing.
Probably
Well written and very poignant
I thought this was great, glad it inspired you