Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

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 November 5, 2019 at 8:21 AM Congrats on your placement in this contest my friend. Bravo!!! Sandra Adams November 5, 2019 at 12:02 PM Thank you so much my friend... hugs :)

Craig Cornish November 3, 2019 at 7:51 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 November 3, 2019 at 8:30 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 November 2, 2019 at 10:09 PM Hi Sandra, congratulations on your beautifully written, powerfully descriptive poem. It reaches into a place of deeply experienced emotions. Sandra Adams November 2, 2019 at 10:25 PM Thank you so much Sam...yeah my emotions like to run around on my pages often :) hugs

Lonna Blodgett November 2, 2019 at 9:11 PM Wonderfully written! Love it. Lonna Sandra Adams November 2, 2019 at 9:15 PM Thank you so much Lonna :) hugs

Frederic Parker November 2, 2019 at 8:22 PM congratulations Sandra on your win, a portal one never wants to cross into...well done dear poet Sandra Adams November 2, 2019 at 9:15 PM Thank you so much Frederic...been on the doorstep a few times...luckily stayed on this side of it... hugs

Eve Roper November 2, 2019 at 7:52 PM Congratulations on your win, Sandra, in My Favorite Junkyard a beautiful poem. Hugs Eve Sandra Adams November 2, 2019 at 9:14 PM thank you so very much Eve...hugs :)

Beautiful Scars November 2, 2019 at 4:02 PM So deep and metaphorical, everything I love in a poem. Congrats on your well deserved win sweet Sandy.. x:)-luloo Sandra Adams November 2, 2019 at 4:15 PM Thank you so much my dear friend...i had no idea the winner's list was up...heading there now... hugs :)

Hello There October 4, 2019 at 11:36 PM A very deep write, Sandra... you will have those wings one day ~ I am so happy for the delay!! <3 Sandra Adams October 5, 2019 at 7:52 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 October 4, 2019 at 10:18 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 October 5, 2019 at 7:51 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 October 4, 2019 at 6:13 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 October 4, 2019 at 8:00 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 October 4, 2019 at 2:17 PM the attrition of time has left me emotionless.... Powerful! Ann Sandra Adams October 4, 2019 at 5:12 PM Thank you my friend :) hugs

Vijay Pandit October 4, 2019 at 12:53 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 October 4, 2019 at 2:11 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 October 4, 2019 at 12:40 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 October 4, 2019 at 2:10 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 October 4, 2019 at 12:36 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 October 4, 2019 at 12:40 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 October 4, 2019 at 12:20 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 October 4, 2019 at 12:43 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