Why so drear, my dear? It's good we have an outlet for our inner icebergs. e

This is really powerful.

This is awesome Patrick. Great poetry.

Fantastic write! "...The moon gasps in full retreat/A sliver/Then darkness..." Oh the power in these lines. Kudos...Lin

I hope Mr. Death appreciates your icy touch with the pen, cold is really not, unless you feel it, life is what among joy also brings pain, unlike death, which takes all pain away that is physical, a loving touch indeed. He is indeed a sweet dark angel feared wrongly, what should be feared, is as always fear itself. Most of us project our guilty thoughts into the future, and thread with anticipation the so called afterlife, others have a false sense of happiness, in their secure belief that as angels on this planet their afterline, is what they look forward to. The icy dew, that you so well describe, though will nourish new life and be part of it, as life returning to life. Blessings! Jasmin Horst

The cold reality of life.

George C.

In my younger years I would have seen "death" the way you describe it here. But I no longer fear my transition to the next place. Well done, Patrick.

Anna

Cold and stiff, perhaps the kind of ice the Devil wants in his drink!

Georg

Chilling, Indeed.

Chilling, Patrick, but o, so good! Well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn.

Chillingly thought-provoking, Patrick. Love and peace to you,

Regis