Madame la mort is a neutral gender .
Stranger at the howls of hatred .
Not at all concerned by words of love.
The crying of the new born baby .
Old man now memory impaired ...
Death has no form,merging
into that of souls ...
Death is the forbidden mask
of these desires that fear bestows
upon our unspoken words...
'' I , who move the light toward another horizon.
What lies beyond cannot be measured
but felt like the vibrations of a single note ! ''
You knock on my door and I recognize you
as an old acquaintance !
Enjoy sharing a cup of eternity ...
'' The bold poet often thinks to seduce me
but it's my sister madness who shows up
for the rendezvous ! ''
A motionless beast lurks
in the warmth of the alcove .
Behind your back,the sharp dagger .
The lethal filter in the beverage...
Or simply the clock that says :
'' Its time ! Take some regrets with you
and come on ! ''
A hack cartoonist pretending
makes fun of you ,
draws the hideousness of his terror
and at the moment of the departure
the philosopher implores the divine...
Do you think ,you can ward it off
by giving it a pumpkin ?
Or by yelling '' Viva la muerte ''?
The dices are not thrown at random
in a disreputable gambling den .
Madame la Mort ever plays
and always ends up ,winning the pot ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Loaded dice always help. Lady death is quite a titile. Nicely done Lorenz
Alas dices are loaded !
A magnificent, mature poem.
Despite the cold humor, the text sounds deeply human - with a touch of melancholy, irony, and philosophy.
The ending is magnificent - the metaphor of life as a game of dice.
It seems as if everything is ruled by chance, yet in the end, she always wins.
Not out of malice, not out of desire - simply because that is the nature of existence.
We adress metaphors to the absence so that it draws closer !.
Madame la mort always wins !
Nicely done .
The poet come to me dressed in metaphors and moonlight serenade .He thinks he is seducing me ,but I am already in his ink...
oh yes - she reaches out and grabs everyone either by making a thumping entry..or lurking up unawares
I saw her once .She said hello to me and went her way...
glad to know you survived the meeting...
wishing you many more years of a happy and contented life..
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