Death is a single lady,
a workaholic,
a professional traveling agent,
who does not delegate her work.
She'll bring you a glass of peace,
to go with the slice you've been handed
each little crumb must
be consumed, enjoyed
and gratefully tended.
She'll blow out
your last candle,
kiss you on the forehead,
unassuming and gentle she'll
cut down the string
and lovingly
tuck you in.
©2014Luz Hanaii
A great metaphor. The poem's tone is clear and detached. A well-written poem!
Your lines are crisp with sterility which makes sense since you seem to be glorifying extinction. Interesting tactic.
Thank you for your comment. I don't feel I'm glorifying extinction, but maybe rather death which sooner or latter comes to us all. At any case thanks for your view.
marvelous imagery ' death will love it as it approaches me I shall keep this in mind then the end FULL STOP!
I thank you for reading and grasping my description of death. Best to you.
A refined poetic imagination, Luz H. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A most touching poem about a single lady who died recently. May she rest in peace, dear Luz! She would pamper us all, if she may have the opportunity. A fantastic poem.
It's actually about death. Death is described as the single lady (first line) . Thank you for reading.