WHEN AM GONE
I can only imagine of what will happen when am gone
Am so scared now that I have heard there is nothing I can do before my time
The thought now creeping closely
Destroying every moment of my breath
I am dope………….
What actually will or how will it be
When during the ‘scene’
And the wind blows to the west
The bitterness of the day
Smearing each face with “Blonde”
And messages being sent
The fame being spread
And finally the Man ‘in black’
Finalizes with the gospel
I can only imagine of the mood
Tears falling swiftly like streams from Nile
And then its done
He says, in his speech
‘May he rest in peace’
Categories:
finalizes, africa, america, death, poems,
Form: I do not know?
A petal falls as morning dawns
flutters and sways gently aground
a light breeze may carry it away
before nature finalizes decay
the golden rose from whence it came
stands bare, its grace dismayed
a bud, a bloom, a scent to please
offers memories of what has been
a cycle of life, or so it seems
a moment in time or merely a dream
did we note its wonderful bloom
or did it live in solitude
too short a life to go unseen
beauty bounds within our realms
reflect on all of nature’s being
before we near our final sleep
© Elisabeth Dubois – March – 2011
Categories:
finalizes, death, fantasy, hope, imagination,
Form: Rhyme