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Rear-Views of Past

i don't cower to death, he had me in his grasp faltering through the sudor of illness my heart beating slower than time's hands like a worthless clock on the wall needing replaced ashen flesh bore his mark, a kiss against my blueish lips somehow missing his quarry, while i awaited my wings he still abides in the dumping ground of memories with promises broken, love unspoken, and heartless liars in a dashboard of broken dreams long abandoned that stalk my existence, awaiting to be restored to recommence through the pathways of my mind as more than just unused rusted out frames of thoughts that only resurface in the outburst of downcast eyes when the shadows of sorrow grapple my emotions as he purloins another from existence before me I don't cower to death, he had me in his grasp the attrition of time has left me emotionless unscathed by his touch yet numb beneath his kiss through past's rear-views as i unwillingly await my wings October 4, 2019 My Favorite Junkyard poetry contest Sponsored by Craig Cornish

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Chris Green

Date: 11/5/2019 8:21:00 AM

Congrats on your placement in this contest my friend. Bravo!!!

Sandra Adams
Date: 11/5/2019 12:02:00 PM

Thank you so much my friend... hugs :)

Craig Cornish

Date: 11/3/2019 7:51:00 AM

An always perceptive view of life and death from your beautiful mind Sandy. I pray you won't get your wings for a very long time.

Sandra Adams
Date: 11/3/2019 8:30:00 AM

Thank you so much Craig....your contests always speak to me... thanks for hosting another wonderful theme...for your kids words, and for the win.... hugs :)

Sam Kauffman

Date: 11/2/2019 10:09:00 PM

Hi Sandra, congratulations on your beautifully written, powerfully descriptive poem. It reaches into a place of deeply experienced emotions.

Sandra Adams
Date: 11/2/2019 10:25:00 PM

Thank you so much Sam...yeah my emotions like to run around on my pages often :) hugs

Lonna Blodgett

Date: 11/2/2019 9:11:00 PM

Wonderfully written! Love it. Lonna

Sandra Adams
Date: 11/2/2019 9:15:00 PM

Thank you so much Lonna :) hugs

Frederic Parker

Date: 11/2/2019 8:22:00 PM

congratulations Sandra on your win, a portal one never wants to cross into...well done dear poet

Sandra Adams
Date: 11/2/2019 9:15:00 PM

Thank you so much Frederic...been on the doorstep a few times...luckily stayed on this side of it... hugs

Eve Roper

Date: 11/2/2019 7:52:00 PM

Congratulations on your win, Sandra, in My Favorite Junkyard a beautiful poem. Hugs Eve

Sandra Adams
Date: 11/2/2019 9:14:00 PM

thank you so very much Eve...hugs :)

Lu Loo

Date: 11/2/2019 4:02:00 PM

So deep and metaphorical, everything I love in a poem. Congrats on your well deserved win sweet Sandy.. x:)-luloo

Sandra Adams
Date: 11/2/2019 4:15:00 PM

Thank you so much my dear friend...i had no idea the winner's list was up...heading there now... hugs :)

Hello There

Date: 10/4/2019 11:36:00 PM

A very deep write, Sandra... you will have those wings one day ~ I am so happy for the delay!! <3

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/5/2019 7:52:00 AM

Thank you my friend....i am happy for the delay too and count my blessings often, enjoying every second of nature and all life has to offer :) hugs

Regina Mcintosh

Date: 10/4/2019 10:18:00 PM

This is quite beautiful and sad, too. I hate being sick and know you must have had a bad illness to have written this. God bless you with many wonderful days - with love and prayers, Gina

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/5/2019 7:51:00 AM

I was on death's doorstep, but the Lord wasn't ready for me at the time...God Bless my friend :) hugs

Mark Peterson

Date: 10/4/2019 6:13:00 PM

This is masterfully executed poetry, the likes of which are, quite beyond my ability to fathom. How artfully you have chosen your words and arranged them as a master chef would combine the ingredients of a prize winning recipe. I’m a bit in awe.

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/4/2019 8:00:00 PM

Thank you Mark ... my muse sometimes pulls from the deepest deaths just the deepest depth and give me just the right ingredients. Other times she pens simple thoughts :) hugs

Ann Foster

Date: 10/4/2019 2:17:00 PM

the attrition of time has left me emotionless.... Powerful! Ann

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/4/2019 5:12:00 PM

Thank you my friend :) hugs

Vijay Pandit

Date: 10/4/2019 12:53:00 PM

A rough ride my friend through dumping ground of memories..promises broken..heartless lies..you know how to give voice to sorrow and empower words to deliver a blow--so well written, as always, Sandy.

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/4/2019 2:11:00 PM

Thank you so much my friend ... I was trying to think of something for the junkyard contest but my mind went deep instead of favorite nicer memories. Oh well. I will have to try again later :) hugs

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 10/4/2019 12:40:00 PM

- Grief is often in the past and casts shadows into the future, Sandra - Open your wings, don't let time fly for you - A deeply touching poem, my friend :) - hugs //Anne-Lise :)

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/4/2019 2:10:00 PM

Thank you Anne-Lise, I enjoy every minute of my life especially because I have watched so many fall so young ... we never know when the end will arrive :) hugs

John Hamilton

Date: 10/4/2019 12:36:00 PM

Wow Sandy a powerful write about a subject no one wants to think about, I too was at deaths door 7 years ago complete cardiac arrest, enjoy every moment that's the best way. loved the write!

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/4/2019 12:40:00 PM

Thanks John. Glad he left go of you too. I do enjoy every minute because I know how precious life is. Mine was a blood clot to the heart only it took them 8 months to figure it out I was on heavy duty meds that saved my life. I was in my early 40’s at the time, and count my blessings daily ) hugs

Chris Green

Date: 10/4/2019 12:20:00 PM

Many fear this arrival, hiding from life, shivering in a corner behind locked doors, the outside a worried world away. I love the strength and the creativity in this piece Sandy. Death is not to fear because it will arrive eventually regardless. Enjoy each day as if it were your last, live life to the fullest and tell death...sorry, wrong number.

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/4/2019 12:43:00 PM

Thanks Chris I was on his doorstep... yet spared. I know It’s all part of life and live as if each day is my last. I don’t fear it :) hugs