Susan Woodrow Poet Ode

Our Destiny Ii

On arrogate life, should one stare so?
Under such gaze, Thanatos peeps thru!
Rained-out vigor streaks pastel of pallor…

Death beckons as the lime does bleed
evanescing color, bleaching to a white
spreading over oak as if Spanish moss
treading, lichen-like, over a tree spent
its tendrils holding in a choking surety
neath a receding eye so dark and worn
yonder-bound already on soul’s destiny…

6/9/22

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Sam Kauffman July 16, 2022 at 12:47 PM Susan, you have plumbed the depths of mortality and the soul "yonder-bound." Congratulations on your win! All the best! Susan Woodrow July 18, 2022 at 6:07 AM Thank you, Sam :)

Terrilynn Dubreuil July 16, 2022 at 5:16 AM Susan, This is beautiful .. you caught a solid glimpse into the soul of my painting. I appreciate Craig sharing it because I love to understand how my art affects others .. and to have them create art in response is wonderful. ~Terrilynn, TravelingArtist Susan Woodrow July 18, 2022 at 6:07 AM Hi Terrilynn! Wish I could paint half as well as you! I am glad you liked my response to your art. Thank you :)

Andrea Dietrich July 14, 2022 at 12:47 PM gosh, i could not have pulled this out of a sombrero, let alone an ordinary hat. I had no clue what pastel had to do with anything. Way to go, susan, and congrats on your honorable first place. Susan Woodrow July 14, 2022 at 12:59 PM lol thanks Andrea...it was a painting :)

Craig Cornish July 13, 2022 at 12:29 PM You obviously know what I think of this! Susan Woodrow July 13, 2022 at 12:42 PM Thank you for the fine inspiration, Craig. I'm thrilled to have placed high in your contest. The painting reminded me of my father as he has a white beard these days - too much trouble to shave, he says :)

David Kavanagh July 13, 2022 at 5:07 AM A wonderfully crafted and worded poem Susan, tracing out the mortality instinct from the prompt picture, congratulations on your fully deserving top spot, cheers David Susan Woodrow July 13, 2022 at 7:04 AM Thank you, David :)

Carol Mitra July 12, 2022 at 11:12 PM Wow an amazing write....Congrats on your top win Susan....Stay Blessed :) Susan Woodrow July 13, 2022 at 7:04 AM Thank you :)

Beata Agustin July 12, 2022 at 6:56 PM Congrats! Thanks for sharing this poetic muse, exposing "Death beckons as the lime does bleed..." God bless you. Susan Woodrow July 12, 2022 at 7:08 PM Thank you, Beata :)

Connie Marcum Wong July 12, 2022 at 5:54 PM This is a brilliant poem chosen to win the Trophy Susan. Congratulations on your well deserved First Placement! Blessings xxoo Susan Woodrow July 12, 2022 at 7:07 PM Great to see you back Connie! Thank you :)

Joe Maverick July 9, 2022 at 10:44 PM Well Suzanne, do I detect..? Well never mind It's a well woven message, the map is Indifferent yet indicative.' An evocative Piece Susan.. We each take part on Gods Interactive virtual stage, held back from the Eternal 2nd death by the veil of life, we tear at Little knowng the opportunity's around us and The great rewards that exist within a choice' 'The heartbeat of life' calls ' Susan Woodrow July 12, 2022 at 10:16 AM ?? death awaits us all and for many, it's a welcome reprieve :)

Joseph P. DiMino June 29, 2022 at 12:59 PM Of course, try to stay healthy, so to live a full life, but foolish to waste energy fighting the inevitable...the Devil loves the battle, laughing as we delay our freedom. Do we believe or don't we? Actions speaking louder than words. Susan Woodrow June 29, 2022 at 2:07 PM Many profess they do whilst doing just the opposite…this is for a contest based on a painting :)