Death was coming
around every corner
I sat patiently
awaiting its embrace
The time was close
no more running
No more substitutes
to take my place
No more thinking
no more doing
No more indulging
no more pursuing
No more time
for having fun
No more time
to get things done
I had to face it
it had to come
And I had to greet it
with open arms
Death was coming
I could not hide
Coming to take me
for my final ride
2017
For my mother
Philipos
Wed 10th Jul 2019 22:43
Death like space, the final frontier for us all. Some of us have been to the mountain top and stared death in the face, only to come down again on a stretcher. As to the departed we know not yet what they faced, but we do know the Grace in which they are held by those closest to them. And may you find your solace in the writing of it. Blessings. P. ?
<Deleted User> (9882)
Wed 10th Jul 2019 13:37
my sympathies Lisa and may she rest in peace
God bless her.
Rose ?
Yes it was intentional. But I did not realize I had made a spiral! Pretty cool. Thanks Devon .
Devon Brock
Tue 9th Jul 2019 10:48
Notice how the form make make the lines spiral visually? Tidy structural support for the text. Intentional, Lisa? Probably. These final poems to loved ones are really tough on both the reader and the writer.
D
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Mae Foreman
Sun 21st Jul 2019 21:53
Another good one! This one sticks with you too. Makes me wanna read it over and over and it rolls off teh tongue nicely too!
You are an excellent poet.
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Mae