La Muerte

La Muerta

Have we met  before
In a long time past when I was young
and full of promise
I think I saw you in a park
at night
sitting on a bench alone
and the light  from a lamp
 reflected on your hair
giving off a golden glint
you had a very pleasant face
then you looked at me
what appeared as deep dark eyes
as a hint to beckon me
to come and say
Hello
I wasn't ready to say hello

The tide of time moved forward
and I played the rogue
traveling miles around the world
In seeking life's pleasures
avoiding She
with the glint in her hair
in all the worlds parks
Now I am ancient 
My life has been vamped
with just my memories to support me
and life has lost  its substance
I'm alone  in a vacuum
Now  I'm ready to say 
Hello
 

© Ralph Sergi

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Richard Lamoureux

March 20, 2014 at 9:48 AM

I enjoyed reading this one again.

Ralph Sergi

February 27, 2014 at 12:29 PM

Hi Lucilla: Your name sounds spanish (or Italian). The word for Death in spanish is "Muerte",, Since I depicted Death as a woman, I decided to feminize the name .

Ralph Sergi

February 27, 2014 at 1:44 PM

I think it should be La Muerte

Lucilla Carrillo

February 26, 2014 at 8:25 PM

Hi Ralph; I love the poem, but I don't understand the title. maybe I missed something. Thanks for sharing... Lucilla

Ralph Sergi

January 31, 2014 at 8:21 AM

Thank you Eileen . I look forward to viewing your poems

Eileen Manassian

January 31, 2014 at 4:43 AM

WOW! Thanks ever so much for pointing me to this wonderful poem of yours, Ralph. Very captivating....Don't say hello, though. You still need to live and give! :) I have several pieces about death....I grew up knowing my Mama was sick (MS) and that she would die. It has colored my mind for always regarding death. Thank you for your visit, and this opportunity to acquaint myself with your work.

Connie Marcum Wong

January 30, 2014 at 10:22 PM

ooooooh, I like this a lot Ralph. A poem that anyone who has experienced a long life thinks about. You won't really know how you will feel until you meet. Great metaphor. I have much to do before I say hello.

Richard Lamoureux

January 19, 2014 at 3:55 PM

If only we could go back. A very cool picture you have painted. Wow!

Joe Flach

January 13, 2014 at 4:34 PM

Interesting Ralph. I think, as I sit alone in my vacuum, it's not so much that I am ready to say Hello, but that the thought of saying Hello no longer terrifies me. Nice write, thanks for sharing.