While sitting on the rock by the beach,
feeling the cold November air chill
me to the bones,
I noticed The Angel of Death
pass over in a low,
gray, cirrus cloud.
Ripples immediately moved across the lake,
and the crow was silenced.
I waited for the Angel
to take my soul
and leave my limp, lifeless body
on the rock.
But, he continued on his way
and left me in my silent
peaceful reverie of Autumn.
(see Carry on Tuesday prompt
"In the arms of an angel"
for even more angels!)
Wow ... haunting poem.
ReplyDeleteThanx for sharing it with us.
God bless.
"And the crow was silenced", sent shivers up my arms. It's funny how poetry can elicit emotional responses from us. Death passed you over and you were left in peace. This poem is different than the ones you usually write. Victor is right, it's haunting.
ReplyDeleteI write a lot about death. This is wonderful!
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loved this. It was well said and I felt like I was there.
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