Because I Could Not Write This Blog

Because I could not write this blog -

It kindly wrote itself for me -

The Blog spoke of just Ourselves -

And my Mind's Ideas.

It slowly wrote - it knew no haste

For I had put away

My patience and my work ethic too,

For this overwhelming Blog.

It passed the Stanza, where opening words strove

About the page - in a line -

It passed the Middle of never ending phrases -

It passed the final remarks -

It paused before a Bed that seemed

That it could not wait for me to Enter -

The Pillow was barely visible -

The blankets - in a Mound -

Since then - 'tis Hours - and yet

Feels shorter than a Minute

I first surmised the Bell would Ring

At 7 o'clock every Morn -

Emily Dickinson wrote Because I Could Not Stop for Death, where the speaker is dead and is remembering back to when she died hundreds of years ago.  The speaker didn't really have a negative experience with Death, she is just remembering her death and accepting Death.  Three of my favorite songs: I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie, How to Save a Life by The Fray, and Somewhere Out There by Our Lady Peace, all have the same mood as this poem has, connecting to one another by way of their atmospheres.