Martha J. Eshelman
Martha J. Eshelman Poems
- Death Death stands by his closet dressing. He checks his ...
- To Sleep put out the moon reach up, clasp it press its ends...
- Charlie Childhood ended with Mother's decree we no longer ...
- Usas Rising Rosy fingers cupping tawny breasts, I ...
- Hell Take it from one who knows Hell is just around the ...
- I Like To Stick My Tongue Out I like to stick my toungue ...
- I'Ll Be No Youthful Angel Angels sit on pins and flap white ...
I was raised on a cattle ranch. I went to a small liberal arts college originally majoring in chemistry then switching to philosophy. I went on for an advanced degree in Buddhist studies focusing on language and stories. I proceded to support myself in Information Technology while active as a storyteller, poet and liturgist. I am now retired and am picking up threads of my life that were ... more »
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Death stands by his closet dressing.
He checks his date book. Twice.
Death dresses in black like a cat burglar,
slinks over the sill
shrinks from the ones with fear
strikes from behind.
Death puts on a red party dress
to dance and fling and lift
in a tango for those with ties.
He lets the refrain play twice.
Death dresses in wedding white
a proud approach with open arms
embraces the ones so weary
they run to meet him.
But for me, death wears a rainbow
a shimmering collage of times.
I pick a strand, unravel, follow
reach its ...