I useto speak of death
as if it did not exist.
Five years old,
skies of blue with lollipops
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I really appreciated your comments, for once it was clearly from someone with a brain on this site. Half of the time it's just people spamming me so I'll go read their poems, but I could tell that wasn't your intention. And honestly I've really enjoyed reading yours as well (which, if you know anything about me it's that I rarely actually like reading other people's poetry...) . This one in particular was my favorite; something I've spent some time pondering myself. (the whole 'mid-life crisis' at so young thing..) And my dad's side of the family is from Puerto Rico, my uncles and cousins live there in Ponce. Beautiful island for the most part.
The juxtaposition of childhood images with death fear is quite effective; I like especially the startling getting-shot-in-the-face cartoon example. It brought back memories for me from the 1950s; the 'Toons have been indestructible from the start. I wonder if this is really good for young-and not-so-young-minds. A provocative write!