Owain Glyn


The Bitter Kiss Of Death - Poem by Owain Glyn

When I taste the bitter kiss of death
Whose touch will close these sightless eyes.
Will you rise?
Head bent with heavy sorrow?

Or, wait,
Until the morrow,
And stand by my expectant grave
To shed your silver tears.

Or, will you pause.
And save your tears,
For more important loss
In other years?

Will you, softly,
Walk away
And promise to return?
Another day.

Will you bring scented flowers?
To place
Above my face
That I might smell the life above?

Or, when asked of me,
Will you whisper?
'I forgot' it's not,
That I don't care.

I wonder?
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Owain Glyn


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A voice from the grave.

Comments about The Bitter Kiss Of Death by Owain Glyn

  • Gold Star - 13,840 Points Lyn Paul (3/30/2013 6:59:00 AM)

    Do you really wonder this? Your words are always so thoughtful and caring that I am so sure tears will fall for you. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,021 Points Valerie Dohren (3/15/2013 12:14:00 PM)

    Guess we all want to be remembered with love, and flowers are a token of that. Poignant but lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,284 Points Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (3/10/2013 6:04:00 PM)

    Poignant: but one should not wait till death to share life.
    Let each one laugh and cry together so as to share the few precious seconds we each are
    allotted. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 10, 2013



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