Best Short Poem on Life and Death: On a Dusky June
Life and death appear as opposites, yet if you think about it, you’ll realize how closely they live beside each other. We spend years trying to differentiate between them, only to find that the boundary is far more porous than we imagined.
Some days have a softness that reminds us of what we’ve lost so far, while also deciphering the beauty of what still remains. I wrote this beautiful short poem about life and death when I was thinking about this very space, where life and death merge into each other. It captures the way a single day can hold sorrow, regrets, beauty, and vitality at once.
This poem asks you to pause and think:
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What does it mean to feel alive after sorrow or grief has touched you?
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Where does loneliness end and calm belonging begin?
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How do we honor what has passed without turning away from what is still happening?
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What parts of us continue to rise, even when the world feels dim?
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How often do we notice the small moments that carry us back to ourselves?
- How often do we live freely without thinking about death?
On a Dusky June
On a dusky June
Just behind the river,
In a hut, lives Dahlia.
On a dusky June
In a gown embroidered with damning pearls of love,
Under a tree, she keeps on knitting.
On a dusky June
Just behind the river,
Dahlia laughs like a thundering cloud,
In the hut, guarded by the mighty loneliness.
On a dusky June
Just behind the river,
The morning breeze enters Dahlia’s house
Just to take away the prevailing sadness.
On a dusky evening
She plays piano,
Until she becomes the melody.
She dances with the withering flowers,
Until the scent of flowers intoxicates her mind.
She dances with the wind,
Until she embraces the wind.
She dances with the currents of the river,
Until she becomes the wave of life.
On the dusky June,
Just behind the river,
Lives she, full of life,
Under the tree.
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