Death's memento mori

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I saw today

Death's memento mori

he laughed at me, with

a grinning decay.

His shadowed hands,

eclipsing my verve.

I began to drift,

to see the unheard.

 

My vital force           

displace in his world

I awoke................

And I stood to behold,

Death's wealthy estate.

Material goods,

and souls without fate.

All of this merchandised

and scattered out straight.

 

Then suddenly.........

 

He gave out a SHOUT!

 

"Choose" he said.

"But choose wisely!"

 

He began

to showcase before me

an interesting meal

hot off an offering plate.

A devil's pact, seasoned

with silver and gold,

representing the covenant,

waiting to be sold.

 

And this is what I saw:

 

A tree of life

demoralized

sprouting with fear.

 

My daughter of eight

as a replacement

for one more year.

 

A return to earth

as a paralytic

mute

and deaf in the ear.

 

Death seemed annoyed

as I turned in disgust.

My eyes slowly drew over

to a carpenter's cup,

covered in time

covered in dust.

 

"Give that to me, " I cried.

 

"I need to drink it!"

 

"I must! "

 

Death showed me the cup.

Inside I saw

the holy grail,

filled with a sweet elixir.

 

I could see the sacrificial lamb

I could see the fountain of life.

 

Death said,

 

"It's too late to drink from this cup."

 

He grabbed it away.................

 

"Pick your plate."

 

"You had your chance!"

 

"You're mine now!"

 

"Wake up!"

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it is ironic...we can claim a disbelief in a supreme being...in heaven and hell...but as death draws nearer...even as we age and see the possibility of our mortality..

there comes this fear we cannot always explain..but we know what it is don't we.

this is a terrific write..a terrific battle between good and evil...and between belief and atheism.

jacob

[Muse]

Wanna hear something ironic? A talented writer by the name of Rick Puetter helped me rewrite this, and he has told me on more than one occasion...that he is athiest. And it was he...that dared me to push the envelope.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you pushed it, stamped it and sent it...

that is interesting...

[Muse]

it shows that Rick has character.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it does.

[Muse]

he's not on my friend's list anymore...his intellegence, way over my head. But..I respect him.

[Arthur Henn]

This is a full bed of writing, very well penned and well of thought deep emotion flows from this heartfelt writing - You did well - Rick is a great man. Wonderful.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Still an amazing write...............I for one believe there is always hope, it may be too late for things to work out the way we planned but it is never too late for them to work out as they were meant to. We have two choices we can look at all the pain and suffering around us and say who would allow this to happen or we can look around at all the miracles that happen every single day and be ever so thankful. I for one have been able to see the miracle that came from the tragic loss of someone. That miracle is me continuing on and never going back to who and what I was before. Long winded here sorry.............Fabulous write.

[Sweets]

Wonderful work! This is so creative :)
Truly amazing!
Great work!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The glaring imagery and no nonsense woring almost makes the reader more relaxed about the message at hand, well done, good read.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Muse,

Wow! I need to take another breath, so please excuse me....

People will have to re-review this, as this is a new and more powerful rewrite. Given the wonderful reception before, I can only imagine how this will be received now.

This is such a wonderful rewrite. Such expansion of the power of this piece. The added text in the introduction so beautifully prepares the reader for what comes next.

And the text is tight. So much tighter than before. Your words have your hands about the reader's neck, feeling the pulse at their jugular.

I so much appreciate your efforts to expand this piece. It was such a powerful piece before, but now it is captivating, holding the readers at the edge of their seats. The ending is wonderful. You keep the readers hoping for resolution, for salvation, but you leave them hanging, dangling at the end of the hangman's noose with no respite. Yes this is life--it is about choosing wisely!

Highest marks. My friends know how rarely I give a 98% rating. I've never given higher. This gets, and fully deserves, a 98% rating. In my scoring scheme 100% is impossible since no poem is perfect. A 99% score I reserve for the poem whose words will leave me utterly blind. For this poem I've had to squint in the genuine fear of going blind from your words.

It was an honor to read this.

And oh, I didn't notice at first, but thank you for your kind words in the Author's Notes. I'm flattered, of course, but this was already such a fine piece. What else could someone with a love of fine poetry do but discuss the words with its author? This is one of the marvelous things that we can do on WC. We are all blessed with this privilege. It's one of the things that keeps me coming back to the WC. I thank you for your open mindedness and friendship! You are most generous and kind.

All the best, Dear Lady!

Rick

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This makes the original feel PG-13. I really got the sensation of the spirit being devoured. I felt completely powerless. You have stepped it up to an entirely different level. I see the risk and rewards of pushing the envelope. *nods*

[MuSe Ampoule]

Fascinating dream. Given the choice you chose the better yet your options were seized away immediately.

"A tree of life
demoralized
sprouting with fear." Interesting image

[Dream Weaver]

Eerily brilliant, caught between dreamscapes
and reality, I love it!

[Allen Smuckler]

Whoa...sorta like wow...
I too read it aloud and with dark-lit passion and elan..the way I believe you wrote it.
I loved the rhythm of the night and the dialogue woke me up..I was up, down and all around and was able to shake hands with death and survived to see another day..what could be better than that...........??? This poem
Great write, Beth
allen