Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Death Speaks

I am the last tick of the clock
the departing train
the sound of wind in a tunnel
the catch in your throat
No one speaks my name
though I am always present
I am here
when you first stretch each limb
into this world
I watch
as life swirls around you
as you feed each craving
of your nimble body and mind
I wait
I am the cobwebs in the hall
the click of the vault
the dust on the prairie
the rapturous coda
No need to seek
I will find you.

submitted for the Sunday Whirl, Wordle 111
and mindlovemisery, Prompt 6, Personification


Brian Miller said...

nice personification of death...i am always partial to trains...smiles...the cobwebs, the click..i like how you let it cover several senses

mindlovemisery said...

Ooooh I love it its so deliciously spooky. I associated trains with death quite strongly because of a seizure or astral projection experience not sure which either way it left an impression in my mind lol I love that you chose to personify death that is a fantastic idea =) It as a sensory experience fantastic!

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

I enjoyed this personification. nice reminder.

Mynx said...

wonderfully dark