With Death I went out walking
On a clouded winter’s day
And I asked him all the questions
I had been afraid to say
We talked as clouds grew darker
Of what will come to pass
When the ground beneath me falters
And I fall to die at last
He told of many horrors
And the wonders that await
I learned about the purpose
Though I fear I learned too late
We walked on through the bitter cold
Yet I felt naught a chill
For with death in my company
I could fare no ill
How firmly did he hold my hand
I held his gaze with mine
As all my doubts were cast away
Locked in a box of pine
He left no set of footprints
No mark that I could see
And I found this quite fitting
For one such as he
We passed between the houses
Though no one stopped to stare
I knew they could not see him
For them he did not care
I never wanted it to end
His strangely perfect tale
Though I knew the time would come
The skies were growing pale
Night soon showed it’s solemn face
And death had to depart
He told me that I could not come
For I had a beating heart
A contest entry
- Ghost Writes by BabyBun.
380 points, ended August 18, 2008, 28 entries
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Great entry - thanks and best of luck.
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loved it!
I love the depth it makes you go into, and the thoughts that cast through your mind as you read it !! -
oh wow!
Very nice!
Magikal fairy poet
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this is really good. the idea of walking with death... it brings a whole new aspect to it. i also like how you made it rhyme. really well done!
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welcome to all poetry
Hi Perfect-Pain
This is amazing the last stanza wraps up the poem so nicely well done great rhyming throughout also Please keep writing, reading and commenting
Barbara
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WOW!
This is a very profound piece on walking with death that I have read in a long,long time. You did very well explaining this walk with death image by image, like it was a movie. Wonderfully written. Thank you for sharing.
Hugs,
Barbara
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