I see in a dream
Within a mist
Two Dark Figures
Sitting on a cliff
To the side
They're staring
At a coffin
Draped in black.
One figure was shapeless
Known as death
The other had wings
Both dressed in dark
Observing a coffin
Draped in black.
One held a sling blade
The other
Held within his grasp
A sword of flames
Hidden 'neath
Shrouds of darkness.
Ready they stand
To do battle
Both figures were
For the poseession
Of the soul
That laid
Within the coffin
Draped in black
No one around to see
Nor to mourn
Two Dark Figures
Sitting on a cliff.
For some reason this one makes me smile...will they fight over the poor soul? or will they simply outwait each other? Terrific setting and great invitation to let the imagination take over...
I can picture this...lonely canyon and two dark figures there. No one lives to tel what form death has. I have no fear of any adventure myself.
Your words are always keyed to a fully formed verse William.
Thank you. You are a terrific spirit.
Susan
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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Gina
love and peace, Carole
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Susan
Your words are always keyed to a fully formed verse William.
Thank you. You are a terrific spirit.
Susan
No bloody Tinky B B Q Thingy....H E L P ! ! ! ! ! !
Happy Easter William!!
Love Tinka
Poor old soul in the coffin!!
Love, Suzie :-D
Gave me chills;-)Excellent work!
Love,
Eileen