Dancing with 'Death'

Dancing with ‘Death’   by Sami Khalil

An English sonnet… Gloomy but realistic.

Casting a glow where sole choices must go

Grasping flow where canvases overtop

Steady rise laid the promises solo

Where ‘Time’ drew the line in the sand full stop.

 

Those twelve chimes recall what was done proclaimed

…Peace never came and youth lacking sunshine

Outside windows, regrets broke free untamed

Glimpsing clouds where bare trees hung the plus sign.

 

My green fields do still carry notes lonesome

Words that lack silences, sadly missing

My life is a ghost self-held in ransom

Dreams sailing foggy mists midst waves crashing.

 

Casting glows where burnt ash filled the hourglass

Slow dancing with death, we sway en masse.

 

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

For me somehow - an acceptance to the dark unknown. Knowing full well that the finish will complete the whole - like it or not. 'We reap as we sow.'

We learn by rote, we accept what we must, we do our best even if worse than it might have been.

'My green fields do still carry notes lonesome
Words that lack silences, sadly missing
My life is a ghost self-held in ransom
Dreams sailing foggy mists midst waves crashing.'

[Sami Khalil]

OMG! So true and well articulated. You are wise and your wisdom is timeless. I hope life is treating you good. I hope your waves are not tumultuous but gently crashing.
Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and blessings with us

[emmajoygreen]

Life is more raft than liner right now but coping quite well cos am choosing my favourite music! Right now is Rodrigo's Concierto, after that and a time in space it might back to near forgotten Santana! Yes, i'm a woman with non fixated musical moods!

[Sami Khalil]

Good to know. Enjoy the music and the dance.

[Lydia Shutter]

This artwork is incredible!! "Slow dancing with death" makes me think of a prolonged illness. Perhaps a problem that just won't go away and cannot be solved. The imagery is stunning. I liked this one a lot. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe
So true and well articulated
We all got those issues to solve.
Thank you so much dear poet and friend for sharing your thoughts and blessings with us.

[Betty Hermelee]

A melancholy piece, very well written;
We all have unique lives, some more pleasant than others, we all make mistakes along the way; and when we pass on we must be at peace with ourselves “ slow dancing with death, we sway en masse”…..
Well done Sami
Warmly
B😊

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy wood.
I love it.
You have stated it beautifully.
Can't thank you enough.
Much obliged.

[Betty Hermelee]

Always a pleasure!
Warmly, B

[Sami Khalil]

:::::)))))))))))))

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. You paint this scene well.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Thank you so much dear poet and friend for the good review.
Take care.

[redzone]

In-between birth and death there is life. And the slow waltz with our dying. Some of the hardest steps in this waltz are the parts where regrets become the obstacles of stepping on our partners feet. Then too, how we face death says a lot about how we have lived our lives. We all die and pay the price for living. Surly poet Sami, your life is not a "ghost self-held"!! That ransom has been paid in full by the sonnets you have written!!!
-Curt

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe
I love it
You are so astute and right on the money.
Beautifully said indeed.
Thank you so much King of the desert.

[MCS]

Excellent read as always. This reminded me of “momento mori” calling one to make all your moments count.

[Sami Khalil]

OMG! Thank you so much dear poet and friend for sharing your thoughts and blessings with us.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really love the third line in the third stanza...so clever.
You just have a way with words and write very smart verse, Sami.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woo! Coming from you sir is an honor indeed. Million thanks sir Jacob for taking the time and effort to review and comment.
Much obliged.

[Belle]

This strikes a quite almost chilling chord, it feels like standing at the edge of one's own memories watching time slip away with both sorrow and resignation. The lines about "youth lacking sunshine" and " my life is a ghost self-held in ransom" feel especially raw, like they speak to those moments when you look back and wonder where joy and clarity were lost. There is something deeply relatable in the way the poem moves between beauty and grief like the slow dance with death is not just about dying, but about enduring the quiet fading of hope, dreams, and even identity.
It made me reflect on my own silences, my own unfinished promises.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Truthfully said and gorgeously stated in your own talent.
I agree wholeheartedly.
read moreWow! Truthfully said and gorgeously stated in your own talent.
I agree wholeheartedly.
Lost chances, lost youth, lost dreams can have enormous toll on our psyche growing up; we tend to bring the past from the dead to no avail.
Oh, how can I thank you?
Gracie millee.