Poem - 07 July 2021, 14:19

A HAUNTED SKY

And, whatever death is
He did this, embraced it as
surely as the starlings fly,
their magic to a haunted sky

And whatever death is
He knows it, be it stone cold
night or warming glow, him...
enlightened now, well versed
to know...
Whatever death is

M P 7/7/21

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Greg Etsell07 July 2021, 15:06

wonderful poem if this a ghost story
this is the 4 one today i read
you never know may write a
ghost story myself

Marion07 July 2021, 16:23

Go for it Greg looking forward to reading it 🤗🤗 thanks love

Gwendoline08 July 2021, 08:33

It’s that constant wonder as to what it truly means to be dead. Even if we feel we gain insight, we doubt and question if it ends in this flesh. This is a creepy write but one we all deep down think on and wonder. Because ultimately it is what we are all destined for. The same common ground is the fact we are all waiting to die and learn about death. No matter what walk of life we come from. Death is a common denominator. I waffle sorry Marion. I enjoyed reading this. The imagery quite ghostly as our lovely Greg said
hugs xoxox 💗