there’s been many a night
in the darkness of
alone
where I sit with
the reaper's hand on
my shoulder
and before he leaves
he always says
see ya someday
but I never much
care because
he tells a mean
joke
and the lights of the city
are dimming
and the leaves on the trees
are changing
and the bell in the church
is tolling
and I can’t stop it
so many nights
dueling the shadows
and changing seasons
and all my pen
ever finds
to say is
is this it?
Got the chills reading this one. Great write, and an even better title ~Amber~
What a fine, genuine write! You are a poet worthy of the name. Kindest regards, Sandra
Well written and only a painter can do such an attractive painting.
'There’s been many a night In the darkness of Alone' Your opening line reminds me of ee cummings resounding line ' as small as the world and as big as alone' Your pen has created an evocative picture Mr Paynter! Justine
A thought provoking rendition insightfully crafted with conviction. Thanks for sharing, Ben.
Death And I Rode Motorbikes Together For Decades the grim reaper smiled put his hand on my shoulder but I did not feel colder because death and I ride motorbikes looking back at death I smiled death and I ride my motorbike together for decades rode motorbikes together death and I loving lapping up the ride Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'All My Pen Ever Says' by the poet Ben Paynter. Dedicated to the poet Ben Paynter.
Changing seasons with the muse of the night. Nice work.
'and before he leaves he always says see ya someday but I never much care because' loved it, I never much cared either, because death and I rode motorbikes together for decades, loving lapping up the ride :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What your pen has said here is... a splendid piece...... well done!