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The bells…

>> 02 February 2010


*Bells*

*Wind*

*Drizzle*

*Chant*

O dear dead, rise from your grave

Dark grave

Six feet, O you have departed lone

Cold shell

Once you lived as the king in a place

Peacefully

Sweet lass lay beneath the pastures

Bare sight

O shadows, passerby with its gain

Empty pitcher

Days in the life has been gone so far

Grand memoir

Driven out from the dark blue skies

Dead, O death

O flowers, bud your sweet thorns

Cover the clan

O death, strange secret fanatic

*Chant*

*Drizzle*

*Wind*

*Bells*

7 comments:

Joe February 3, 2010 at 3:32 AM  

Good one bro, its got a Gothic touch and the chillness of death all around...

Jaunty anima February 3, 2010 at 4:09 AM  

Cold...that really was...
Everytime I read something written by you..I'm awestruck..
Brings out the Wow factor!!

Tia February 3, 2010 at 9:12 PM  

WOW...death in all its glory....excellent piece...made me smile....:)

subu.ps February 4, 2010 at 8:55 PM  

Death - A mystery of sorts, but thatz the ultimate destiny.. nice one N J.

N J February 5, 2010 at 7:39 AM  

Joe - Thanx a lot bro :)

Jaunty - Good to see you on the page :) Thanx a lot.

Tia - Death is one of my favorite topics too :) Thanx a lot.

Subu - Thanx a lot :)

Tongue Trip February 11, 2010 at 7:52 AM  

painlessness, invoking and almost cajoling its end. romancing death and bringing memories to life. this is looming, grim and inevitable, strong poetry, NJ.

N J February 22, 2010 at 7:45 AM  

Tongue Trip - Thanx a lot :)

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