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casket for two

by Holysocks


Death is what we do when we die; we lie, planted beneath handfuls of rose petals and soil. we wait for our loved ones to bid us farewell.

We count the water stains on our cedar skies, wall paper peeling down our decaying toes, and rusty bones.

My lipstick is gone, and so are my lips- but I'll still kiss you. we'll watch ants design our night in the wooden planks atop us until our eyes are little but puddles at the base of our skulls. until all we can do is feel and hear; feel the worms nibble on our ears, hear them hum in delight as their tummies fill with cartilage.

We'll listen for our friends as they sing about memories, and chivalries abandoned in past lives. but they won't come visit us; they're busy with death, too. bundled up, cradling stillborns, and dusting the cobwebs from their crinkled fingers.

Maybe one day we'll be gone, whittled to ash and sawdust. until then I'll continue to lay along side you, dreaming and wondering about the things beyond the shadows of our little damp box.


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Heyo Holi, Flite here for a review. I don't usually review poetry but given the style and format of this piece, I think it's more suited to a short story than poetry. Death is always an interesting subject to write about. I think this is more a comment than a review given the nature of this piece, it's poetic and the language is pretty. But it lacks grit, a substance. Let's analyze this stanza by stanza.

Death is what we do when we die; we lay, planted beneath handfuls of rose petals and soil. we wait for our loved ones to kiss us goodbye.


Death is indeed what we do when we die, but what does this mean? It's a pretty obvious statement, I like the second and third sentence though.

We count the water stains on our cedar skies, wall paper peeling down our decaying toes, and rusty bones.


This is indeed poetic but how does this link up with the previous stanza? What does cedar sky, wall paper peeling down and rusty bones have to do with death? The imagery does invoke a certain feeling of sorrow purely because of the word choice, but due to how disconnected it is to the previous stanza it doesn't form a larger picture.

I like your third paragraph or stanza. Though the second sentence is a tag wordy, I would either shorten it or separate it into two sentences. I think the imagery invoked in there is quite nice, it stirs up my emotions too and it links back to your first stanza.

...and chivalries abandoned in past lives.


Why chivalries, why manners? What are you trying to express here, I can see you've got the skeleton theme going on here. But saying their crinkled phalanges instead of their crinkled fingers seem somewhat out of place in a poem such as this.

The ending I feel wraps things up quite nicely, so your poem from what I've read is about two lovers in a coffin and they're thinking about what life used to be like and what life might be like afterwards. I have mixed feelings about this poem, I liked it but at the same time I also found it somewhat boring. Partially because a) not all your stanzas connected up to a larger message (of course there doesn't necessarily have to be a larger meaning). b) the language itself is not bad, in fact it is quite nice however apart from that it doesn't attribute much. Take a look at this article.

If you've got any questions, bug me.

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Holysocks says...


Thanks Flite <3 This all makes sense what you've written; I was in a mood for porting but things weren't fitting easily, there was a lot of forcing going on.

I'm not sure why, but I never get notifs when you review my works. :/



Holysocks says...


Poeting* geez, not 'porting'. Da hell, auto-correct??



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Hi socks! Van here! :)

Personally, I don't how if I love or hate this poem, as you've just reminded me my very greatest fear: death. But as a reader, your poem is so good and brilliant, and it gave me chills as I read it. What really happens when we die? That question will never be answered, and if it does, I wish this isn't the answer, where we remain conscious forever even if our bodies are dead.

I have no problems about the structure and grammar of the poem, because it is written almost perfectly.

In other words, your poem is so good and the message is perfectly conveyed that it scared me to death! i'll definitely check your other works, and please continue to write works as brilliant as this!

Keep reading and writing!

~Van :)




Holysocks says...


Thanks, Van!

OMG don't check my other works- they're complete rubbish.



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Hello, steampowered here for a review! I don’t usually review poetry, but I feel like I should read more of your work anyway so here goes. :)

Firstly, I like the lack of capitalisation, which, despite the structure, makes it seem more like a poem and less like a short story or some kind of narrative. It’s an interesting way to think about death and dying (not a scary way, just a kind of… well, romantic way) and it bizarrely is romantic despite some of the disturbing imagery. I love it. Very gothic-y.

we lay, planted beneath handfuls of rose petals and soil. we wait for our loved ones to kiss us goodbye.


It should be “we lie” rather than “we lay”. Also, would your loved ones really kiss you after you were buried? Should the lines be switched around?

and dusting the cobwebs from their crinkled phalanges.


I’m assuming this means having to deal with ageing and one’s own impending demise, but I wasn’t completely sure. Correct me if I’m wrong.

This is definitely one of my favourite poems; short and sweet and suppressing the urge to ramble. I’m afraid that since I’m not that skilled in writing or reviewing poetry I might not be able to give very good feedback, but I enjoyed reading it. Hopefully you won’t hate me for kicking this piece out of the Green Room. :( Definitely worthy of a like!




Holysocks says...


Thanks Steam ^_^ I was wondering about that kissing bit- so now I'll see how I can do that!



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Wow!! I really, really like this poem. I have to say, some of the things it the poem make me squirm, but I think that's good, because I can definitely picture what you are describing! The things that you think go on in the casket are really creative, I would never think of "ants design our night in the wooden planks stop us". That's probably my favorite line! I never thought of death and being in a casket like this, you've opened up a whole new perspective. I really, really enjoyed this poem, I will be sure to read more of your work!




Holysocks says...


I'm glad you enjoyed it!




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