and then, it was over
my flame, flickered out
my spirit passed over
as the grim reaper shout(ed)
he made no excuses
for the way that it ended
his spirit refused
it was just as he intended
"make way for passage
do not stand in the way
let this body be ravaged
no corruption, no decay
for this journey is over
another life is removed
celebrate the cross-over
as life on earth, is excused"
I felt a breeze through the doorway
like a feather I flew
there was an all saints day parade
singing songs, as trumpets blew
and my ashes rose before me
or the me that I once was
never again to be seen
under flesh and bone laws
and I soared over the masses
who stood mourning my demise
as a soft glowing phantasm
an illusion, before their eyes
and I smiled for the fire
that burned for me all those years
as the air became dryer
and I just disappeared
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (3)
This is an extraordinary poem with echoes of the supernatural. I loved the echoes of Isaiah in 'Make way for passage....' The italicized section was especially powerful. Wonderful writing, Kelli!
What a picture of death you drew with your words. Good job.
Kelli, you are a great poet for sure. How do you do it.?