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

[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.