Martha J. Eshelman

Death

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 abrupt end.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 11, 2006
Poem Edited: Saturday, March 18, 2006

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Comments about Death by Martha J. Eshelman

  • Tatianna Rei Moonshadow (7/31/2006 1:28:00 AM)

    very nice poem darling

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  • Maxine V (4/24/2006 4:47:00 PM)

    It is well written and light in comparison to its topic—perhaps this is the other reason why I like it; thank you!

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  • Nimal Dunuhinga (3/5/2006 6:40:00 PM)

    Dear Martha,
    You are right what I feel yes, death is our shadow always accompany us.I really love this poem.

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  • Phillip Sawatzky (2/15/2006 8:38:00 PM)

    Martha-Death is to us how we live and relate to death-fine imagery, I especially liked the 'wedding white' which resonsates in so well with 'ones so weary'.
    Your contemplative nature shines through your work. Phillip

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