Huh?

Death

The timpani of rushing winds
In constant echoes in his ears
Higher notes of static ether
distorting interference as he sat
Waiting for that moment when
His thoughts could wander back to then
Without a conscious thread to use
his mind could rest from such abuse
And freely soar alone
To answer all those frantic thoughts
So fraught with tangled weaving
A ship at sail without a port
He felt his aura leaving

Reviews

[Gandré]

Indeed this was a departure from life. I felt a feeling in my chest it was a strange feeling for I know how deep and honest is your writing. Dylan Thomas, a Welsh poet 2914-53 wrote about death this:

"Though they go mad they shall be sane,

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion."

From:
‘And death shall have no dominion’ (1936)

[Blackbirdsong]

I have no idea about auras and such, but I love the way this poem sounds as I read it. It really is quite perfect the way you describe the echoes in his ears. I can feel his agitation as I read this.

[Rain]

The aura leaving. Interesting. The whole concept of death taking away, rather than adding is fascinating. Perhaps we all shall be surprised. Provocative piece. Rain..

[Ed Hart]

well, amen to that, good brother...