David Drowley Poet Etheree

July

Death
Is here,
At the door
With boiling arms
And macabre charms
To lend a gnarly hand
And escort my life away,
On an exclusive one-way trip
Through July hell ‘til it sheds its grip,
Halting when through the Pearly Gates I slip.

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Susan Ashley August 1, 2023 at 6:34 PM Dear David, congratulations for your wonderful win in Andrea's contest with your dark and vivid etheree. Captivating imagery! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Sara Kendrick August 1, 2023 at 1:37 PM Congratulations on this winner in the contest. Sad though. Way to go. Sara

Kim Merryman July 28, 2023 at 5:42 PM Creatively descriptive! Congrats on your win, David! Blessings, Kim M

Andrea Dietrich July 28, 2023 at 11:14 AM I really liked this but one line was off on syllable count. Otherwise, i would have placed it higher. Great images, David and congrats to you. David Drowley July 28, 2023 at 1:11 PM Andrea, Thank you for the kind comment. On which line did I miss the syllable count? I can make a small change to improve the Etheree. David