La Muerte

La Muerta Have we met before In a long time past when I was young and full of promise I think I saw you in a park at night sitting on a bench alone and the light from a lamp reflected on your hair giving off a golden glint you had a very pleasant face then you looked at me what appeared as deep dark eyes as a hint to beckon me to come and say Hello I wasn't ready to say hello The tide of time moved forward and I played the rogue traveling miles around the world In seeking life's pleasures avoiding She with the glint in her hair in all the worlds parks Now I am ancient My life has been vamped with just my memories to support me and life has lost its substance I'm alone in a vacuum Now I'm ready to say Hello © Ralph Sergi

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 3/20/2014 9:48:00 AM

I enjoyed reading this one again.

Ralph Sergi

Date: 2/27/2014 12:29:00 PM

Hi Lucilla: Your name sounds spanish (or Italian). The word for Death in spanish is "Muerte",, Since I depicted Death as a woman, I decided to feminize the name .

Ralph Sergi
Date: 2/27/2014 1:44:00 PM

I think it should be La Muerte

Lucilla Carrillo

Date: 2/26/2014 8:25:00 PM

Hi Ralph; I love the poem, but I don't understand the title. maybe I missed something. Thanks for sharing... Lucilla

Ralph Sergi

Date: 1/31/2014 8:21:00 AM

Thank you Eileen . I look forward to viewing your poems

Eileen Manassian

Date: 1/31/2014 4:43:00 AM

WOW! Thanks ever so much for pointing me to this wonderful poem of yours, Ralph. Very captivating....Don't say hello, though. You still need to live and give! :) I have several pieces about death....I grew up knowing my Mama was sick (MS) and that she would die. It has colored my mind for always regarding death. Thank you for your visit, and this opportunity to acquaint myself with your work.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 1/30/2014 10:22:00 PM

ooooooh, I like this a lot Ralph. A poem that anyone who has experienced a long life thinks about. You won't really know how you will feel until you meet. Great metaphor. I have much to do before I say hello.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 1/19/2014 3:55:00 PM

If only we could go back. A very cool picture you have painted. Wow!

Joe Flach

Date: 1/13/2014 4:34:00 PM

Interesting Ralph. I think, as I sit alone in my vacuum, it's not so much that I am ready to say Hello, but that the thought of saying Hello no longer terrifies me. Nice write, thanks for sharing.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 1/13/2014 3:22:00 PM

- Hope it's not too late .... a nice poem Ralph! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)