Death

A pale face of grave
Once adorned�"Flowers�"
Dead and strewn ;
And a few torn memories
Kissing a passionless coffin.

The dirge mellows
The pain is burnt
Droplets weep;
The wan sky hangs
A long scythe of rainbow
Neatly drawn in colours of grief.

Rejoice, O Soul
Paint on seamless images of death
Upon placid pool of expressions.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Oh wow! You know death is rarely expressed...it seems one of the hardest subjects to write about and you know...this out of all the poems I have read about death...is way way at the top love! Absolutely stunning imagery, as always and an elegant portrayal!
This is breathtaking!
xx