Rhoda Tripp Poet Rhyme

Rhyme Time Iii - Death

Are there robins hopping my frozen ground?
Sound of widowers voices all around.
Chilled to the bone, I make nary a sound.
My suit and tie are not keeping me warm.

Icy northern winds blowing in a storm,
I'm not feeling myself, out of the norm.
I feel my eyelids, the icicles form.
In the distance I hear taps being played.

Silent sobs emitted, my nerves are frayed.
Even in knee deep snow they knelt and prayed.
But there's nobody home, I am afraid.
I am not here, only my thoughts remain.

Taps is finished, such a solemn refrain.
Maybe it's me, am I going insane?
One mirror glance and I'd suffer disdain.
Someone has stolen my salt-pepper locks.

Moths have digested my Christmas wool socks.
Someday I will think outside of this box.
Wake me up if opportunity knocks.
Are there robins hopping my frozen ground?


Written 12/23/2017
Contest:  Rhyme Time III
Host:  Laura Loo

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Edward Mccall January 4, 2018 at 12:05 PM An interesting yet well written portrait of a funeral as experienced through the thoughts of the deceased. Congratulation on your win. Rhoda Tripp January 4, 2018 at 3:47 PM Yesssss. Thank you very much, Edward, for your kindness

Beautiful Scars December 26, 2017 at 1:27 AM love the cute pic above your poem that's adorable! great poem dear Rhoda, thank you and congrats :) -luloo Rhoda Tripp December 26, 2017 at 7:46 AM Thank you, Luloo, for hosting and for placing my entry. Happy holidays, Dear.

Susan Ashley December 25, 2017 at 7:39 PM Returning with congratulations Rhonda on your fine win in the contest with creative and excellent write.. ~Susan Rhoda Tripp December 25, 2017 at 8:31 PM Thank you so much, Susan. Hope your holidays are wonderful

Jan Allison December 25, 2017 at 6:27 PM your imagery is so unique Rhoda you really do think outside the box and I love the line about the socks! Many congrats on your win:-) have a wonderful Christmas and New year:-) hugs jan xx Rhoda Tripp December 25, 2017 at 8:31 PM Thank you, Jan. Merry Christmas to you and yours as well.

Paul Callus December 25, 2017 at 2:20 PM You are always so very creative with your writes, Rhoda, and you DO think outside the box. Enjoyed the content and the rhyme scheme. Congratulations on your podium finish, though I'd have loved to see this placing even higher. Regards // paul Rhoda Tripp December 25, 2017 at 2:34 PM Thank you, Paul. The competition is always so stiff so I'm always just thrilled to see my name somewhere on the list. Your constant encouragement inspires me to do my best. Thanks again. You're a gem.

Nathan D. December 25, 2017 at 11:52 AM Very awesome good luck in contest and merry xmas Rhoda Tripp December 25, 2017 at 12:04 PM Thank you, Nathan. Merry Christmas!

Susan Ashley December 23, 2017 at 9:37 PM A fantastic write Rhonda. Excellent theme expressed in 'lively' and vibrant imagery that lets you easily suspend reality and imagine the emotions the deceased is thinking and feeling. Beautiful rhythm and rhyme as well. Best wishes for a win! Rhoda Tripp December 25, 2017 at 10:55 AM Thanks so much, Susan. Merry Christmas to you.

Silent One December 23, 2017 at 11:37 AM Great rhymes in the poem of vivid imagery... This poems flows very well Rhoda.. Some great lines in this, I particularly liked your 4th stanza.. Rhoda Tripp December 25, 2017 at 10:56 AM Thank you, Silent. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

CayCay Godwin December 23, 2017 at 9:40 AM Flippant, off the wall and a wonderful read. The places you go emotionally provide such unique imagery, you capture me every time. The judge on this contest leans towards 'death' well-written and I know she'll embrace your wonderful poem. You done good, I am beginning to expect no less from you. Be blessed, ya hear? CayCay Rhoda Tripp December 25, 2017 at 10:57 AM Thank you so much, CayCay for your kindness and friendship. Merry Christmas, Dearheart.

John Gondolf December 23, 2017 at 8:06 AM Nicely written, Rhoda, death from the perspective of the deceased, very imaginative. I like it. Best of luck. John Rhoda Tripp December 25, 2017 at 10:58 AM Thank you kindly, John. Merry Christmas to you.

Vijay Pandit December 23, 2017 at 6:22 AM It flows so beautifully--you managed this form well Rhoda! Lovely rhymes and rhythm..best for a win. Rhoda Tripp December 25, 2017 at 10:59 AM Thank you, Vijay. Merry Christmas