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Death Lied

When the ghosts entered the light,
they held utterly still,
nothing in sight,
no movement,
as if they were waiting for God’s breath,
after death,
waiting for God to shine,
waiting for some kind of sign,
something divine,
nothing moved,
even the breeze seemed to have died,
death lied.

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  1. Date: 4/8/2009 4:50:00 AM

    This poem is how true romanticism is defined ... it reminds me so fondly of Robert Browning in its metaphysics so persistent in your themes ... praises again and love.

  1. Date: 3/25/2009 5:26:00 AM

    It usually odes. love, Kristin ;)

  1. Date: 3/25/2009 4:02:00 AM

    wonderful writing... just makes you wonder?!? and excellent title! ~ Arany

  1. Date: 3/24/2009 6:39:00 PM

    You know I think Im thinking this one to death and analyzing the crap out of it. I think I'll come back tomorrow.

  1. Date: 3/24/2009 4:40:00 PM

    Frightening thought, brilliantly written. Very compelling, Frank.

  1. Date: 3/24/2009 4:12:00 PM

    Oooh, a scary one, Frank. You imagination is awesome. :) love, Krissy

  1. Date: 3/24/2009 2:53:00 PM

    Death lied?..awesome line...love this haunting piece.

  1. Date: 3/24/2009 2:16:00 PM

    i wait for God to shine too and i hope when i die there ll be something divine,im afraid of death,cocroges when i die ow im so afraid,my only hope is that at least i see God shine,and feel his breeze,i love the way you write

  1. Date: 3/24/2009 1:47:00 PM

    This is so chilling....you captured a feeling of utter emptiness. ... wow... well written, Frank.