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Death Has Many Faces
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Death Has Many Faces |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio 
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Death Has Many Faces High atop the mountaintop stands a figure dressed in white. He ponders the lodge below and watches the people as they ski by, chanting their haunting melody. They speed by him as if they had wings, but they do not see this figure dressed in the color of a fresh snow. Avalanche. He walks past many a soul, then reaches out and says with a tender smile, “ Come my children, no more tears, no more fear.” No one seeing the ravenous man eating shark and the dark figure riding upon his silky watery back. Swimming in the vibrant crystalline ocean, children splashing, adults playing in the morning sun on snow white-sands. A young man fresh in his youth, on a surfboard, going further and further into the foamy crystalline waters. Attack. The youth fighting for his life, a gentle hand reaches out, touching this young man and saying in a tender voice, “Come my child, no more tears, no more fear.” A two room flat, one hot plate, a figure standing in colors of red with tinges of yellow and blue, watching, waiting. A baby in a crib in the far corner of the barren room, a mother warming a bottle. The young mother wearing a tattered chenille robe with flowing sleeves. A spark. Room filled with smoke, a mother screaming, a baby crying as he inhales the deadly smoke, a gentle hand cradles the babe with loving tenderness, while crooning a quiet lullaby, these words he does say, “ Come my little one, no more tears, no more fear.” Death has many faces, you see. He may be standing on the icy overpass on a stormy night dressed in the colors of the mist. He may be hidden within a shadow when walking in the park. He may be flying beside the airplane as she descends into the mountainside. He may be the ray of sun coming through a window of a person who is lying at deaths door in a hospital bed. As he reaches out to all calling his name he says in quiet tenderness, “Come my children, do not be afraid, no more tears, no more fear.” |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
a terrific write of poetry,,, A voice of honesty |
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TasteOfOctober Member
since 2003-06-24
Posts 94 |
beautiful. yoru poem has left a ringing message in my mind and for it I thank you. The only difference between the creative and the conformists is that the creative will not be conquered and the conformists already are. |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
Wow. That is the only word I can think of right now. THAT is a moving poem and I am so glad you wrote it. I really want to see more of your stuff now. |
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