For those of you, all three of you, who are following my every post with bated breath, this was my initial attempt to write a modern-style* poem about death in response to my own prompt of Sunday. It wasn’t the poem I was trying to write (I succeeded on the second try). Comments welcome.
*When I say “modern-style,” it sounds a little silly, as though I were saying “new-fangled.” What I mean, precisely, is poetry in English in the period 1940-2000.
Update: I’ve been contemplating this some more and decided to rename it “Mikvah.” Mikvah is the Jewish purification ritual of immersion in water.
SunWinks! 
If death is as beautiful as this, why should we fear it?
I particularly like the imagery in the first stanza, describing the presence of pure and bright light, a sensation associated with near-death experience, a light so pure that we think we might be in heaven. In the last stanza, water, the symbol of purification, frees us from all earthly ties.
The passing from the material world into the world beyond is altogether a pleasant experience, and the word death is not mentioned at all. In my humble opinion, this poem is masterfully crafted.
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Thank you, Irina, for the amazing reflection.
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My pleasure, Doug.
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I agree with Irina, there’s some pretty powerful imagery in this poem Doug.
Ideas in it remind me of several of my own pieces actually.
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