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Death was coming 

           around every corner

I sat patiently 

          awaiting its embrace

The time was close

          no more running

No more substitutes 

          to take my place

No more thinking

          no more doing

No more indulging

          no more pursuing

No more time 

          for having fun

No more time

          to get things done

I had to face it

          it had to come

And I had to greet it

          with open arms

Death was coming

          I could not hide

Coming to take me

          for my final ride



For my mother




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Mae Foreman

Sun 21st Jul 2019 21:53

Another good one! This one sticks with you too. Makes me wanna read it over and over and it rolls off teh tongue nicely too!
You are an excellent poet.

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Wed 10th Jul 2019 22:43

Death like space, the final frontier for us all. Some of us have been to the mountain top and stared death in the face, only to come down again on a stretcher. As to the departed we know not yet what they faced, but we do know the Grace in which they are held by those closest to them. And may you find your solace in the writing of it. Blessings. P. ?

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Rose Casserley

Wed 10th Jul 2019 13:37

my sympathies Lisa and may she rest in peace

God bless her.

Rose ?

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Lisa C Bassignani

Tue 9th Jul 2019 19:17

Yes it was intentional. But I did not realize I had made a spiral! Pretty cool. Thanks Devon .

Devon Brock

Tue 9th Jul 2019 10:48

Notice how the form make make the lines spiral visually? Tidy structural support for the text. Intentional, Lisa? Probably. These final poems to loved ones are really tough on both the reader and the writer.


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