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When At Her Sepulchre I Heard Her Ask

When At Her Sepulchre I Heard Her Ask From her sepulchre she sent her calls or was it from my darkest midnight walls. Yet in those calls, mixed was love and hate and many mysteries of angry Fate. Some nights I swear, she danced in the house or tipped toed, quiet like a mouse. Yet heart forbade me chasing her away or praying for early coming of day. The last moment before dawn broke that seal she would let me know just how cold death feels. Icy hand touched me, as she said good-bye I then heard, I love you until I die. When at her sepulchre I heard her ask. Will you please die soon, wear with me death's mask? Robert J. Lindley, 5-14-2019 Dark Sonnet, ( When She Broke Death's Wall To Speak Of Her Love ) Inspired by reading yet again, Emily Dickinson's famous death poem, titled- ""Because I could not stop for Death""... Note- sep·ul·cher /'sep?lk?r/ noun noun: sepulchre 1. a small room or monument, cut in rock or built of stone, in which a dead person is laid or buried. synonyms: tomb, vault, burial place, burial chamber, crypt, catacomb, mausoleum, sarcophagus, pyramid; More verbLITERARY verb: sepulchre 1. lay or bury in or as if in a sepulcher. "tomes are soon out of print and sepulchered in the dust of libraries.

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Jack Horne

Date: 5/27/2019 2:42:00 PM

very thoughtful & thought provoking, also tender & touching - lovely. loved trying your form for Constance's contest

Robert Lindley
Date: 5/27/2019 5:25:00 PM

Thank you my friend. I am very pleased you enjoyed the new form, created a very fine poem and your win in Constance's Lind68868 contest!

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/18/2019 12:04:00 AM

I think there is such a fine line between life and the after-life Robert. Sometimes they cross over as my friend did after she passed. She came to my home from hers in Kansas to say goodbye with a smile on her face and looking as young as when I met her. I loved this. xxoo : )

Robert Lindley
Date: 5/18/2019 9:29:00 AM

Thank you my dear friend. We both seem to understand that life is about living, and death is a part of living. Writing about death, love and separation is a deep theme--a poet may explore and hopefully give much to reader when doing so..

James Edward Lee Sr.

Date: 5/16/2019 10:51:00 AM

WOW!! Robert this is beautiful.. liken an old poem from out of a treasured, ancient book found in an attic or basement library. This feels to me.. It's calling, it's a modern treasure beautifully touched. A FAV for me... Peace and blessings and Write ON!! James :)

Robert Lindley
Date: 5/16/2019 4:15:00 PM

Thank you my friend. I am delighted you see the message within and the depth of love represented eve tho' this is a tale of dark poetry written in the short sonnet form. ..