Death, the opposite
of birth;
Death, the closing of
the loop;
Death, a pact made with a
faceless omnipotent,
signed with the blood from
a mother’s aching womb;
Death, a warm hand held
on the most pleasant of spring days,
turned to cold bone,
turned to ash inside an urn;
Death, caress, a kiss from
the sweetest, softest lips;
Death of the reddest rose
with the sharpest of thorns;
Death, an exit
when ends seem to elude;
Death, an answer to a question
we never understood;
insane, expecting different outcomes
try, try, try as we might
Death is the only thing
the living can’t ignore;
Death, an umbilical fuse
lit with newborn lungs
Written for dVerse Poets Pub’s Anaphora poetry prompt.
nice..i like your various looks at the aspects of death, like turning a gem to appreciate the facets….the good, the bad…the one that really grabbed me was…
Death, a pact made with a
faceless omnipotent,
signed with the blood from
a mother’s aching womb;
and the warm hand turned cold too…nicely done…and good to see you sir…smiles.
A lot of truth in this…it seems that thoughts of death manage to intrude almost daily. And the questions it raises, as do you.
This is great.. a poem that mirring a lot of my thoughts.
Death, an answer to a question
we never understood;
great piece friend
Full of veracity and chills. I am sorry to hear about Dylan Redwine.
Wow, this is quite the juxtaposition of images:
“Death, an umbilical fuse
lit with newborn lungs”
Nice!
Whew, you have really made me contemplate death here. The anaphora really worked well with this poem.
THere is a complete circle here. wow, this is wonderful. As you put it forth, death is welcoming and also a mystery.
Aptly described the death
Wow Steve – I think this is my favourite of all the anaphoras I’ve read so far … it’s freakin’ brilliant … “death is the only thing the living can’t ignore” … so true.
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