Terrell Martin Poet Rhyme

I Wonder If Death Will Be Anything

I wonder if death will be anything 
Quite like living, such as 
Stretching the imagination
And allowing for opportunities 
Of love and selfless giving. Freely
Recognizing one’s demise isn’t something we wish
To dwell upon more often than the beauty of
An early morning sunrise
Or the reflection of our own soulful
Self in another lover’s eyes.  Still, 
I can’t help but wonder what mysteries
Await us everyone; below the ground
Where sights and sounds are frozen,
Deaf and dumb.  While not wishing 
To overstate a point of endless view,
I pray that when they lay me down
I still might see the stars that shine and 
Sunflowers in full bloom.

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart February 7, 2012 at 8:12 AM excellent i,agery penned in this lovely gripping write Terry.. one can only envision the "other side" of this earthly life..luv.. be safe in Egypt please.. so much unrest in the World .. prayers and positive vibes are with u my friend.. luv..

Elizabeth Wesley December 7, 2011 at 6:47 PM Terry, I sent you an email and it was returned so I was wondering if you could copy and paste it to me so there will be no mistakes and I will send you some mail.

Elizabeth Wesley November 30, 2011 at 9:39 AM Terry, where are you, haven't heard from you in so long and I worry something has happened to you. Please get in touch and let me know you are ok!

Chiquitachiamaka Baity November 25, 2011 at 6:23 PM Nice piece Terrell... smiles... chiquita

Elizabeth Wesley November 4, 2011 at 6:04 PM Hi Terry, just here to read again your wonderful verse with that enigmatic question and wondering how you are!

Jslambert Mister Roboto November 4, 2011 at 3:38 PM YO! This one is way tighter than Money in the Bank. This one is the real deal soul. Bag it up cus' it's PURE GOLD! I mean it...Top Grade USDA FLOW! VERY GOOD. TO my faves and a straight SEVEN!

Elizabeth Wesley October 28, 2011 at 11:49 AM Death holds us in its arms till the resurrection, then all things become new. Indeed, the subject of much speculation but clearly described in the book of books. Nevertheless, your poem brings to mind the great question we all ponder. Hugs to you Terry

M. Hussain Effendi October 26, 2011 at 1:09 AM There is indeed a life after worldly death. The nature of it is what we aren't fully aware of. Thanks for your consistent visits and comments, dear friend.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart October 25, 2011 at 9:16 PM Terrell your thoughts are so amazing with perfection in lines of creativity.. my thoughts on afterlife.. we are free and happy.. we see our loved ones again never to be separated ever.. we walk streets of gold...death is just the beginning after this life luv.. superbly crafted piece.. are u back home now? luv..