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I have been busy with Thanksgiving, then had the mumps, followed by Christmas so am behind in everything. I am trying to catch up. But I had this stuck in my head when I could not sleep last night (caffeine overindulgence). Maybe an Emily Dickinson type moment for me - hope you enjoy though it is rather odd 
I Saw Death Upon A Grassy Knoll
Many times I have seen Death
Lingering upon the grassy knoll
Basking in the morning sun
While out for a gentle stroll
He is such a curious sight
When he sits amongst the buttercups
Making crowns and daisy chains
From the pink and white tulips
There have been several times
I have seen him lay upon the grassy hill
And idly watch the clouds pass by
While listening to the robin's trill
He has set the seeds to wind
Of many a dandilion flower
And I wonder what the wish could be
From one of such perdurable power
Maybe he wishes for fortune
Or to have life yet once again
Though maybe he is just lonley
And wishes for a faithful friend
Perhaps one day I will join him
Upon that grassy knoll
Although it will not be today
I Saw Death Upon A Grassy Knoll
Many times I have seen Death
Lingering upon the grassy knoll
Basking in the morning sun
While out for a gentle stroll
He is such a curious sight
When he sits amongst the buttercups
Making crowns and daisy chains
From the pink and white tulips
There have been several times
I have seen him lay upon the grassy hill
And idly watch the clouds pass by
While listening to the robin's trill
He has set the seeds to wind
Of many a dandilion flower
And I wonder what the wish could be
From one of such perdurable power
Maybe he wishes for fortune
Or to have life yet once again
Though maybe he is just lonley
And wishes for a faithful friend
Perhaps one day I will join him
Upon that grassy knoll
Although it will not be today
Lest his wish was for a mortal's soul
swh/falling feather
Tags: poetry
Unfettered
Alone, drowning in a sea of humanity
Hands bound and twisted behind me
Never allowed to be free
Walking velvet halls of subtlety
Dare make no sound lest they discover me
Searching for the door of my reality
Yet the walls of mirrors do deceive
Scattered images taunt and confuse me
Dazed and lost in fractured esprit
So close my eyes, let my heart lead
Untie the tethers that bind me
Walking the path unerringly
The silence so utterly deafening
Walking with hands before me
Searching for that which longs to be
Piercing the veils of obscurity
Hearts errant sojourn of tranquility
Encounters intent so persistently
Breaking bonds of subdued captivity
Loosing restraints with a vibrant plea
Finally allowed to become me
SWH/falling feather
Tags: poetry
Tags: poetry
I am sharing my laptop with my son until his new cord for his gets here so will be on and respond, send comments, etc when I can!
Tags: Poetry
I Am Ready
Will there ever come a time
Before those shadowed steps I climb
Will death and I see eye to eye
When I cross beyond this mortal rime I'll ride that pale horse beneath the sky
Without a care or a questioned why
As I embrace the promised afterlife
With nothing more than a contented sigh There is wealth beyond this corporeal life
That is free from all of poverties strife
And if Thanatos would so dare consign
I would ride forth into his aberrant fief
falling feather/swh
Tags: Poetry
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