Imagery
White doves flutter, dying words whisper
Silence ever haunting as Angels Sing
A single beam lights with a soft glister
To cause the shadows from a white dove's wing
This arrowed light pierces the dusky gray
Tethered to Heaven, soul's call from above
Your casket caressed as if to convey
Reveals my clenched fists from your death my love
I find no comfort from your final breath
Forgive me, as I taste this poisoned wine
So I may join you with love I confess
My spirit turns to darkness with this brine
Cloudy drops in this bitter drink I've made
To bring silent dark, my life will soon fade
11/1/17 contest I -Imagery
sponsor Constance La France
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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