Entwined

Entwined

A Poem by Bethany Woody

The specter of death
Watching over me
In my final hour
Seeing all I must see.
 
Flashing images
Of years past
Playing my moments
First to last.
 
 Life’s beginning
With one sharp breath
Life’s ending
With a note from Death.
 
The spaces between,
My memories
Events in time
Like emery’s.
 
Substantial and permanent
Never yielding to time
No erosion, no loss
Just a natural sublime.
 
Seal them inside
My dying mind
So forever
Life and death entwined.
 
 
 

© 2009 Bethany Woody


Author's Note

Bethany Woody
emery's- a hard gary-black mineral
Sublime- worthy of adoration or reverence

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Couldn't help but think of Emily Dickinson which is a good thing. Very well done with a great flow to it.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

that is a really nice poem. I don't think there's anything to criticise there. Really nice.
Good words. Nice rhymes. Well done!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Feeling a little Mellon Collie when you wrote this?
I loved how you used the rhyme in this and one
line caught my eye especially .......

" Life's beginning
With one sharp breath
Life's ending
With a note from Death."


great poem as usual , never ending list of hits


Kelley

Posted 15 Years Ago


When it comes to our souls life and death are not that different... for what we take from life we leave with loved ones after we pass... a powerfully intriguing piece.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

this poem was a easy read and like how the words flow. great writeXD

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Added on April 19, 2009

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Bethany Woody
Bethany Woody

Atlanta, GA



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This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet .. more..

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