Thanatos night visitor

Life, with fingers of light, holds a tight grip on all

Death's dark breath hides in the shadows of the fall

Sun turns his face, in disgrace, covering his ears to a siren song

A winter call in night's shawl, a shade to take me along

Thanatos, gentle be when you take me on that journey back home

Night is cold and stabs through shirt fold, as a dagger of gloam

Nothing said but with nod of head, motioning the way

A wish to delay but one more day, but the shade his course would not stay

Barefoot over cold stone, past graves once known wanderers in the dark

He set his way toward the end of day, to my voice he would not hark

In musty air that did share the wilted odor of once youthful blooms

Petals that fell, whisper stories that tell, of past, echoing in empty tombs

As a child did pray, then on a pillow did lay my head as in dreams I ran

When from butterfly visions I awoke in night's cloak I had the gray hairs of an old man

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Ah, death, we all have a personal appointment with it in our future. When I was younger I used to have this odd preoccupation with Death. Now as I'm older I'm doing my best to forget it. As a fan of ryhme, and at times Death, I loved this poem. CLE

[Betty Hermelee]

I assume this is a dream of haunting matters....but I also think it might be a metaphor for the darkness and confusion that befalls us today in our daily lives...you allude to death, whispers, tombs...."life with fingers of light, holds a grip on us all"....to me that is very key to the meaning of this metaphoric piece. I love this opening line...your hair turned "gray", meaning that this confusion and deceit, whispers and shadows seemingly turned you into an old man....but not in reality....a lot to think about !
nice!
Warmly, B



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[Soren]

Thank you Betty you are right to think it metaphoric and of death indeed life passes like a dream and it is but one day from childhood to old age.

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful and poignant. Grat writing.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Thomas for the read and comment it is most appreciated

[Tumi]

Love the rhymes and flow of your poem, smooth and entertaining

[Soren]

Thank you Tumi for your read and support it is deeply appreciated

[bred Brick Keshner]

At times a get roused from slumber vow whatever reason and find my being a different age until reality kicks in. Hope that’s not a unique strangeness. 🙏🏻🕊

[Soren]

Thanks Bred what happened to Red? Appreciate the read and yes time passes like a dream.

[bred Brick Keshner]

There are a couple of other reds on this site… trying to head off possible confusion😊

[Soren]

Got ya wonder how many more Soren's there are on this site?

[bred Brick Keshner]

Like Tigger, he’s the only one!