Death is a lump in the throat.
Acute awareness of the inanimate,
bareness in extreme...
cold, full and frozen.
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wonderful poem and colorful images here...land of the mirrors....tear on a string cheek and that final stanza of yours...is simply amazing....keep up the good work sally
Very eloquent definations of death which is only a breath away from all of us. Only words have the power to survive. Excellent. Kind wishes, Sandra
Hi Sally - a great poem that challenges visions of death, I guess. But I think I will look for a different destination on that wide continent...this one scares me! N
i really like this poem... its interesting the different ideas people have on death and where we go and what people left behind should feel i look forward to more
death of a woman and the flow of words from one stanza to other carries me with zeal.....................
Memories lay heavy and wear with strain all passing thoughts within a seething brain....... wat an lovely presentation...memories are heavy n not easily forgotten... good work
good write, Sally...liked the deep contrasting imageries you paint on death...the fourth stanza lines i liked most...10
‘…all passing thoughts // within a seething brain.’ Excellent poem Ma’am … Poet Rabindranath Tagore [RNT] … described in 1 song ‘O Death / You’re my Shyam / Yum’ [uttered by Radha the romantic consort of Krishna] 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK
Thankyou, Niv, for your interest.