Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

In Existence

i feel the fear
drip from worried brows
as i close my eyes
to dreams

memories haunt
like unsettled souls
trying to find their way
somewhere

beneath the shadows
of darkness
footsteps carry
down the sidewalks
with impulse

my pulse quickens
as i watch the fog lift
like smoke from barrels
once pressed tight
against this temple
of mind

somewhere inside
this steel force
lies the existence
of death
laughing 
as i escape
its grasp
with life
again

i hear its whispers
fade against time
reminding me
it will be back

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John Watt May 7, 2020 at 3:57 PM Some memories seem impossible to distance ourselves from, especially as we try to sleep. Well done on this evocative write, and congrats for your win, Sandra. Hugs ~ John

Eve Roper May 6, 2020 at 3:22 PM Sandra, congratulations on your 1st place win with this beautiful verse. Again, another poem with emotion and imagery . Hugs Eve

Gideon Idudje May 6, 2020 at 3:01 PM Congrats on your big win You're good And soft Golden Pedals Poetry I mean It Your poems soothing

Paula Goldsmith May 6, 2020 at 12:18 PM Congratulations on your win. You always write a powerful write. Enjoy your day and win......

Robertina B. December 5, 2019 at 11:01 AM A deep and profound write, Sandra.. An amazing write! Your emotions flowed so elegantly, my friend.. Have a blessed day! Sandra Adams December 5, 2019 at 11:13 AM Thank you so very much for your kind comment :) hugs

Pax Geist November 14, 2019 at 8:32 PM As Henry Lee Summer sang... It's "Just Another Day" you too write your thoughts so smoothly. Nicely written. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDSt_QaNAi0 Sandra Adams November 14, 2019 at 8:46 PM thank you so much...and for the video link as well... :) hugs

Chris Green November 7, 2019 at 2:19 PM Very dark and very lonely feeling. I agree with Victor below, the hell with tomorrow, live for today. Smile at death and tell him to make an appointment, your too busy living to deal with him right now. Stop back in about thirty years and I'll see if I can fit you in. Your poetry always touches me, happy or sad...I just prefer the happy. : ) Sandra Adams November 7, 2019 at 6:28 PM i been telling him to get lost most of my life...it's worked thus far, thank you so much my friend...my muse gets in this deep moods sometimes...writing out deep emotion is my trademark like romantic poetry is yours :) hugs

Vijay Pandit November 7, 2019 at 2:05 PM Yes--it is omnipresent, Sandy..and it loves to remind about its potency from time to time--a truthful melancholy. Sandra Adams November 7, 2019 at 6:26 PM Thank you so much Vijay...it sure does like to rear its ugly head from time to time...hugs :)

Anne-Lise Andresen November 7, 2019 at 1:30 PM - Deep between life, death and nothing Sandra - Our existence ... man fears both death and life - many must fight to survive - A powerful poem my friend - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Sandra Adams November 7, 2019 at 6:25 PM Thank you so much Anne-Lise....with life comes death, we can't stop it, just fight it and hope we get many more years... my muse was in a deep mood today, she is lifted back into softness now... hugs :)

John Hamilton November 7, 2019 at 12:23 PM Powerful metaphors Sandy, an excellent write, smoke from barrels , wordplay temple of mind, death personified,so many poetic devices used skillfully, another fave!! Sandra Adams November 7, 2019 at 12:35 PM Thank you John especially for making this a fave. I knew if anyone got these metaphors it would be you because you have been there. My muse is digging a bit too deep today ... hugs