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Victory of death
Life like bright morning
death is just a thicket
death does not listen to
anything, draggs even
through caves,
in the mist of evening
battered sun
red with shame
scared
blackness
of clouds immersed in
semi-transparent
wrapped
behind the mountains
hides and
finally settled
and the darkness of the night
the redness of the sky
swallowed up
dark black
cover with blanket
fearfully,
silent
trees & plants
mountains, valleys
standing silent
lose color
black shapes
became,
and nature
hold your breath
was steady, erect.
some dogs
some time
must bark
shut up again
maybe alone
have fallen
and
of silence
deafeningly silent
in sound
their call
remained unheard
uncertain
twinkling stars
in the dark
protector and eater
to differentiate
unable
have become
and
in this darkness
the grim reaper comes,
slits throats with scythe and
the blue sky
bleeds
body vanished
Death
Done!
death is just a thicket
death does not listen to
anything, draggs even
through caves,
in the mist of evening
battered sun
red with shame
scared
blackness
of clouds immersed in
semi-transparent
wrapped
behind the mountains
hides and
finally settled
and the darkness of the night
the redness of the sky
swallowed up
dark black
cover with blanket
fearfully,
silent
trees & plants
mountains, valleys
standing silent
lose color
black shapes
became,
and nature
hold your breath
was steady, erect.
some dogs
some time
must bark
shut up again
maybe alone
have fallen
and
of silence
deafeningly silent
in sound
their call
remained unheard
uncertain
twinkling stars
in the dark
protector and eater
to differentiate
unable
have become
and
in this darkness
the grim reaper comes,
slits throats with scythe and
the blue sky
bleeds
body vanished
Death
Done!
Published 21st Mar 2023
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21st Mar 2023 8:13pm
The cadence as it reads to me unfurls like a whirlwind of breath, as all the colors, images and dimensions unfold into the collapsing of life into the void. Well struck, uniquely shaped to my perceptions.
22nd Mar 2023 2:53am
22nd Mar 2023 9:47am
Great flow with this... like the indentation at the beginning... curving the poem...
22nd Mar 2023 9:47am
Great flow with this... like the indentation at the beginning... curving the poem...
22nd Mar 2023 10:05am
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22nd Mar 2023 4:49pm
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23rd Mar 2023 4:58am
You are right mr. black, whatever life is there, it has to be lived happily and death is also to be embraced with joy. and as like you said, there can be something pleasant even after death. thanks you for your kind words!
