Death's Dance

Death's Dance

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

Wildly reeling in the arms of Death.
Moving to the pounding rhythm.
Eyes closed against his emaciated visage.
Heart thudding beat for beat.

Death seeks the living tonight.
Her heart's rhythm aches in his bones.
Her vitality bruises his being.
Her zeal, a wound to his bravado.

And though Death dances
wantonly and with desire,
Warmth and Love
eternally elude him.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby

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How did I miss this? Favorited! It reminds me a bit of my poem The Last Waltz. A grave energy consumed by desire. The macabre does dance....if not for love...for a willing sacrifice. 100/100

Posted 8 Years Ago

wow amazing
love this piece of writting

Posted 8 Years Ago

Desire is the Devil. I know. I met him once and that's what he told me. Said he only wanted everything...that's all. Said he'd throw God off His throne and own everything there was to own...if he could. Said he had lots and lots of servants here...greedy people with itching ears...listening and waiting...till the meek inherit the earth. Then his followers will just shovel it right over them...that's the plan. Desire is the devil and his heart is in his work. Yes mam!

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH

I am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..


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