Linda Alice Fowler Poet Sonnet

I Die

It felt as though I could not breathe a breath.
My arms and legs were made of heavy stone.
I could not move as though no flesh or bone
and I was primed and waiting for my death.

His fiery eyes caught me in thoughtful gaze.
He stood his deadly scythe upon the ground.
This specter took a somber look around,
then settled eyes to rest on mine in craze.

The hooded figure motioned it was time
that I should attest my final goodbye
and meet impending death with calm sublime.
I leave this earthly place a paradigm.
Amid glad tear and heavy sigh I die
as tolling bells begin to sound their chime.

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K. Parker May 14, 2023 at 9:34 PM Long as an individual know the facts of dying with a deep deep acceptance and understanding, the fear of death leaves him. We are born from a quiet sleep and die to a calming awakening. Amazing poem! Linda Alice Fowler May 25, 2023 at 6:57 AM Your are kind with your praise K. I appreciate your thoughtful comments. :)

Sam Kauffman May 4, 2023 at 10:15 AM Linda, congratulations on your win. Your words ring with impact. Your images bring to life your words with vivid realism. Wonderfully done. Blessings. Linda Alice Fowler May 4, 2023 at 12:08 PM Hello dear Sam. Thank you for your supportive and encouraging words. Your visits warm my heart and pen. :)

W J Clarke May 3, 2023 at 3:20 AM Congratulations on your win Linda. Great gripping imagery flows through your well penned creation:-) Linda Alice Fowler May 3, 2023 at 7:18 AM Thank you WJ. Always a pleasure to have you visit with supportive comments. :)

Michelle Faulkner May 2, 2023 at 7:15 PM Very vivid on the stark imagery of death, and it made me think of 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' - congratulations on your win~ Linda Alice Fowler May 3, 2023 at 7:17 AM Thank you for the kind words and congrats Michelle. I appreciate your visit and support! :)

Joanna Daniel May 2, 2023 at 6:43 PM Glad to see this on the winner's list, Linda, congratulations:) Linda Alice Fowler May 3, 2023 at 7:15 AM Hi Jo. Thanks for the continued support! :)

Susan Ashley May 2, 2023 at 10:46 AM Dear Linda, the vivid, potent imagery of your exceptional sonnet brings me easily into the intimate scene of the narrator's final moments as their life succumbs to death. Splendid and stirring! Congratulations for your excellent placement in Craig's contest. Warmest wishes, my friend.. ~Susan Linda Alice Fowler May 3, 2023 at 7:14 AM Your words are kind and supportive, as always, Susan. I appreciate your encouragement. Thank you! :)

Valsa George April 8, 2023 at 10:44 PM I wonder how we all will feel when passing through that critical hour ! Powerful delineation of the last moments of one's life. All the best dear Linda ! Linda Alice Fowler April 9, 2023 at 10:32 AM Hi Valsa. I cannot say, but I envision it many ways, depending on my mood at the time. Perhaps that is how it is - the mood you have when you die. :)

Joe Maverick April 7, 2023 at 10:18 PM I beleive the fear or anticipation of death is The hardest part for anyone saved..? The Door to life is not easily noticed or described As such now.' Great write for any contest as I Read it.' Linda Alice Fowler April 8, 2023 at 7:10 AM Hey Joe. Good to see you! I like the way you read this. Thank you. :)

Joanna Daniel April 7, 2023 at 8:26 PM Nicely done, Linda:) Linda Alice Fowler April 8, 2023 at 7:08 AM Hi my friend. Thank you Jo. :)

Speaks Volumes April 7, 2023 at 1:47 PM Brave lady, Excellent poem, good luck in the competition Linda. Linda Alice Fowler April 7, 2023 at 3:41 PM Thanks for sharing your thoughts Svvie, and for your wishes in the competition. :)