John Lawless Poet Haibun

An Offering of Poppies

Death has no scent.  It exudes an acrid stench.  The fetid breath of need overpowering  all else, imbuing its victims with a fear that only it can ease, a loneliness only it can fill, an emptiness that it created.  Death is not quick, born in a swaying field of beauty, crushed into a powdery future, dealt to its distant prey.  Oh, sweet are the promises of death’s enticement, subtle the succor of its evil invitation, endless the horror of its transient peace.  For death is not the worst thing to happen, only the last.


a beauty ensnared
an offering of poppies
tears moisten the earth



©4/25/2019


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Edward Ibeh May 24, 2019 at 4:56 PM A truly amazing write, John:-) Congratulations on your win in my contest!

Andrea Dietrich April 26, 2019 at 6:46 PM oh my gosh, John this is such creative thinking!! Excellent message that you did so succinctly. Of all the titles, this is the only one of interest to me. I hope i can do it the same justice as you did (thanks for my recent win in case you don't see replies on comments). Much appreciated.

Ralph Sergi April 26, 2019 at 5:09 PM Death is an invasive subject and you epitomized it well, John.

W.A. Cholt April 25, 2019 at 6:32 PM Enjoyed this poem very much. Death personified and made alive.