Frank F. Atanacio Poet Dramatic Verse

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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L'Nass Shango April 8, 2009 at 4:50 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.

Kristin Reynolds March 25, 2009 at 5:26 AM It usually odes. love, Kristin ;)

Arany P. March 25, 2009 at 4:02 AM wonderful writing... just makes you wonder?!? and excellent title! ~ Arany

Laurie Ginn March 24, 2009 at 6:39 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.

Carolyn Devonshire March 24, 2009 at 4:40 PM Frightening thought, brilliantly written. Very compelling, Frank.

Christopher Higgins March 24, 2009 at 2:53 PM Death lied?..awesome line...love this haunting piece.

Charmaine Chircop March 24, 2009 at 2:16 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

Carrie Richards March 24, 2009 at 1:47 PM This is so chilling....you captured a feeling of utter emptiness. ... wow... well written, Frank.