Eviction Notice Poem by Lora Colon

Eviction Notice



I've grown accustomed to this Earth holding my chain,
Seldom have I questioned the laws that restrict me;
Yet, for adverse reasons that no one can explain,
On some unknown date Death will come to evict me

I'll object, maybe even kicking and screaming,
When I'm told that it's time for me to move along;
For what purpose was all my planning and dreaming,
And all the knowledge I gathered from Nature's song?

I watched Time flowing at its pre-determined pace,
I believed all the promises of tomorrow;
Though at times quite overwhelmed, I ran a good race,
Always kept the faith through challenges and sorrow

Now I'm being warned the day of transfer is nigh,
How can I leave all the wondrous things I have seen?
The ever-changing blues of the sea and the sky,
Earth's velvet mantle, in its many shades of green

Mesmerized I stood, watching the tide's ebbs and flows,
It was the blackest seas that reflected the stars;
And when held captive by loneliness and its woes,
Love sent its brightest rays through my heart's prison bars

So familiar with this Earthly home have I grown,
How can I leave all I love so far behind me?
Catapulted to some distant orbit unknown,
I wonder, will memories of Earth still bind me?

Will I miss morning's dew sating the thirsty rose,
Or a sudden winter's gale, blowing wild and rough?
I've had my share of anguish and pain, Heaven knows,
But my deepest regret: I was not loved enough!

Saturday, September 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 23 September 2017

Love sent its brightest rays through my heart's prison bars...................but did they penetrate? and if they did, did they just bang around inside your heart and then shoot back out through the bars? favorite lines: Will I miss morning's dew sating the thirsty rose, Or a sudden winter's gale, blowing wild and rough? A Birthday Greeting For Lora Though not loved enough, you've come a long ways, bringing joy, I'm so sure, ..... to somebodies' dull days. So if Death does snatch you... from the life that you've led, at least rest assured you've... brought sunshine before being dead. I hope you last till this 26th of September, so that one more time you can eat cake. And have no doubt that {you} I won't remember! ** [ I'll call the bakery now, 'cause Bri doesn't bake. ] bri :) Happy Birthday! Don't forget to wear your suit on September 26. *In case the grammar here leaves any doubt: i won't forget you.............until i DO.

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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken 09 September 2017

Beautiful poem. LORA THANK YOU FOR SHARING MARIO ODEKERKEN

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Missouri - United States
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