by Arvilla Fee
When I die
embalm me with words,
fill every last pore
with blue metaphors
and honeyed similes,
so they might fertilize
the soil, sink to its depths
where earth meets stream,
where stream is carried to river,
and river is carried to sea;
let my poetry live out loud
among starfish and coral,
let page after page lap the shore,
let my sonnets be pulled by the moon,
going in and out with the tides.
Arvilla Fee teaches English and is the managing editor for the San Antonio Review. She has published poetry, photography, and short stories in numerous presses, including Calliope, North of Oxford, Rat’s Ass Review, Mudlark, and many others. Her poetry books, The Human Side and This is Life, are available on Amazon. Arvilla loves writing, photography and traveling, and she never leaves home without a snack and water (just in case of an apocalypse). For Arvilla, writing produces the greatest joy when it connects us to each other. To learn more, you can visit her website: https://soulpoetry7.com/
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