EMPTY BRANCHES
Can you hear the thunder
Fruit, leaves, and blossoms
Are falling from the tree of life
Families are fading from the earth
Sadness seizing the souls of the living
Because they are left with only memories
Chairs are empty at supper
Beds are no longer wrinkled
Pillows no longer caressed
By weary heads and minds
Death has presented himself
He has made his face known
His intentions are clear
A one way ticket to the unknown
There is nothing gentle about him
He is not persuaded by intelligence
He is not deterred by youth or strength
Riches cannot buy his silence
He is faithful to his suffocating hold
Who is he among mortals
That can harness the wind in his hands
Or empty the sea of its watery grave
Who with eyes of clay has ever seen God
Or visited His dwelling place
Whose voice will death obey
And make an about face
When he set his sights on you.
Wilford Barker.
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Wowsers Wilford I haven't read you in a while but gosh this is EPIC my friend. Truly. Your powerful phrasing just hits the reader like a boulder.
"He is faithful to his suffocating hold"
Absolute stella line! I love the intent of this piece. It reminds us that death doesn't care about age or status. You never know when death is coming for you
A brilliant poem 👏 I would give this more than five stars if I could ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Gwen x
Hello Gwendoline.
I can always count on you for encouragement beyond the norm.
I so much appreciate your timely comments.
Never expected much attention on this piece. Such are not Cosmofunnels applause.
Nevertheless.. thank you.
this is certainly a brilliant poem Linda