When Death Comes A Callin'

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Open Poetry #9

When Death Comes A Callin'

Corinne
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since 1999-10-28

Posts 5167
state of confusion

0 posted 2000-09-10 08:29 PM

With laden feet that could only plod
A face frozen in crumpled mummery,
He stooped (even lower) to shirk the sandy gale,
His body emitting foul gasses of seismic scale,
he coughed up brown spit, part dirt -
part blood and tar induced congestion,
it occurred that he’d become putrescent
he should think it a travesty,
but death has a way of rotting us.

He had been expecting this day,
but imagined the sun would be shining when
like the mainspring of an old pocket watch
he just wound down into dust.

(c) 2000 Corinne Bailey

doreen peri
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since 1999-05-25

Posts 3812
Virginia

1 posted 2000-09-10 09:08 PM

"like the mainspring of an old pocket watch
he just wound down into dust."

great lines in here, corinne... as always... and hey! love that word i've just added to my vocabulary "putrescent"... i knew putrid... oh have i known putrid... LOL...just kidding... but seriously, didn't know that form of this word... i guess i was pre-putrescent or something...

thanks for a vivid, honest, well written verse.

Balladeer

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since 1999-06-05

Posts 25505
Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA

2 posted 2000-09-10 09:16 PM

emitting fouls gases of seismic scale...sounds like my ex

Great writing, corinne!

Sudhir Iyer
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since 2000-04-26

Posts 6943
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium

3 posted 2000-09-11 09:04 AM

Masterly writing....

what incredible poetry!

regards,
sudhir

brian madden
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since 2000-05-06

Posts 4374
ireland

4 posted 2000-09-12 03:23 PM

He had been expecting this day,
but imagined the sun would be shining when
like the mainspring of an old pocket watch
he just wound down into dust.

Stunning piece Corrine, excellently written.

"I have penned epitaphs on snow, and written my legacy in dust." self quote.

LngJhnAg
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since 1999-07-23

Posts 3508
Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion

5 posted 2000-09-12 03:37 PM

Corinne - what a masterful poet you are! It was easy to see that Death is not a pleasant visitor, but he's more than welcome when it is his time to call.

suthern

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since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

6 posted 2000-09-12 06:57 PM

Excellent poem!!!

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