Death Poem by Amitava Nag

Death

Rating: 5.0


The disheveled
wallet
flung
memory pages
like
the popcorn machine
crisp
minute
brown

i walk
through
a monochrome forest
a sun
no shadow
brief interlude
the dance of death.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 27 July 2013

I like the pattern of these words as we all know we will be taking this last waltz one day. Thank you

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Dave Walker 27 July 2013

Death is something non of us can avoid. A great poem.

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