A certain slant of light
(in the evening)
said to me softly:
” A stranger was here
...looking for you.”
“She spoke your name
as one who had loved you.”
I thanked the light
and hurried on until I came upon
a certain kind of birdsong
(I was unfamiliar with) .
Delightedly it told me:
“ A stranger was here
...asking of you.”
She spoke your name
as one who had loved you.”
Thanking the twittering
I hurried along.
A sunrise and a sunset
also spoke of this stranger
who spoke with goodness
in her heart
and always asked for me,
Many times our paths
crossed...
...or we just missed each
other.
“ A stranger...just gone...
your name...full of love.”
Finally I found the stranger
or the stranger found me.
(What does it matter) ?
The stranger was no stranger.
She greeted me with a kiss.
I kissed her kiss
and embraced her embrace.
“Is it time yet? ”
I asked her.
“Not yet...”
she smiled and whispered
“...not yet.”
“So, to what do I owe
this visit.”
“I just wanted to see
if you...remembered me? ”
I grinned: “How could I forget...”
We kissed goodbye.
I waved.
She waved.
I said goodbye to
my Death.
Clearly...you have a wonderful imagination! To create a scene where death is not only welcomed...but cherished...is indeed very creative writing! ! Nicely done! Hugs, Dee
Commendable work, Donall.I like the contemporary abstract tone, as well as the single spaced versing...Solid Write, indeed... FjR
Commendable work, Donall.I like the smatter of the contemporary abstract tone, as well as the spaced versing...Solid Write, indeed... FjR
Commendable work, Donall.I like the smatter of the contemporary abstract tone, as well as the spaced versing...Solid Write, indeed... FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked this! The way you portray it has a sort of surreal stroll.. and I love your unusual approach on the subject. The most un-morbid poem about Death I've read; P