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April-14- 2025
The Cold Embrace of Death Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sara Jama

 

Though the sun had begun bleeding in the West With an explorer’s gait, I walked jumping over gutters My track, flanked with knee high grass and nettles Also, wild bushes of all kinds that grew in clusters I saw dragon flies whirring around in circles Their wings catching glints of the evening light, As they buzzed from one blade of grass to the other Giving a solitary soul benign company and sure delight. Strange enough, my track ended in an open space, Enclosed by cracked walls, now a forlorn territory. There are raised mounds, overgrown with weeds, I can easily make out that it is an ancient cemetery. In these graves lie those under the cold embrace of death. Their toil and trouble ended with life. They must have been perhaps heroes of the land. No more are they part of world’s victory or strife. Nor its sad commemorations or triumphant jubilees Though released from the shackles of oppression Each dear presence has now become an absence Here they lie anonymous, without a single possession. Some graves are marked by head stones with crude grooves. But most of them are nameless, worn out by time We do not know how or when came their end Did they die in old age or die in their prime. Or perish in a battle or struck by some pestilence However, their names are blotted out from life’s tome. They have become inseparably one with the elements, And they lie here motionless exuding a strange calm. Generations pass and their progeny comes, Unmindful of who lived before them Neither thankful of the legacy left behind, Nor thinking all the comforts, from their toil stem. Oh Death, you are the mighty leveller of lives! With your cold embrace, all differences are ironed out, And here lies both the king and slave alike, In silent sepulchres, with all earthly glory snubbed out!

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Date: 4/15/2025 1:31:00 AM
Dear sweet valsa, This is such a deep and profound write, and so descriptive too, the little details of things that youv painted as imagery throughout is what caught my eyes the most and the soulful nature of your word weaving truly stood out! I especially felt the ending the most! So lyrical "With your cold embrace, all differences are ironed out, And here lies both the king and slave alike, In silent sepulchres, with all earthly glory snubbed out!" Exquisite choice of words! Such a powerful write! Pleasure reading! Sending you light always
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Date: 4/14/2025 7:29:00 PM
Dear Valsa, you wrote an excellent poem about the certainty of death and its power to erase all inequalities between people, regardless of their social status. It considers the fleeting nature of life and the legacies left behind, highlighting that in death, all persons are equal, stripped of their earthly titles and belongings. The poem's strong images and detailed words convey a feeling of nature and decay. Words like "bleeding," "forlorn," "toil," "anonymous," and "shackles" generate a melancholy tone that emphasizes the seriousness of death. The use of opposing phrases, such as "royal and slave," emphasizes the equality created by death.
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Date: 4/14/2025 10:37:00 AM
Nice poem. Last stanza sums it up nicely.
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Date: 4/14/2025 6:23:00 AM
From ashes to ashes, soil to dust. Death, indeed, makes us all equal to the eyes of the earth. Spirit alone can lift us. Spirit alone can lift us. Let us pray, if not spiritual heroes, we have lived, at least, as honest spirits. And hopefully, that will have been enough. Fascinating, well crafted story.
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Date: 4/14/2025 2:26:00 AM
- Under death's decay and cold embrace, their story forgotten to the world... "to earth you shall stay" is not just an empty phrase - Best wishes in the contest, Valsa :) -
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Date: 4/14/2025 2:24:00 AM
This is a wonderful poem, so well constructed with a great photo. Great imagery and special feelings. Best for a win, you deserve, dear Valsa.
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Date: 4/14/2025 12:36:00 AM
a most sensitive write from your gilded quill, valsa...i am so taken by the mood of dark serenity your imagery expresses !
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