The fire cracked and crackled in the fireplace of the old Victorian setting
I felt very comfortable sitting in the plush and over stuffed leather arm chair
The afternoon seemed dark, but was not really, as gloomy as it first appeared. I looked, into and then past the shadows of the candle light’s shadows dancing on the far wall of the inn. That’s when I first saw her sitting across the room hiding amid the dancing shadows. She was beautiful and for me it was love at first sight. She was a very, attractive middle aged and quite proper Victorian women. I had never seen her before but, some how I felt I knew her, or that I had known her. I tried to tell her how beautiful she was and that I wanted to stay with her forever. She was sympathetic to my pleas but firm in her reply, when she told me no I would have to wait. She said that the time was not right, and that is was not my time yet. She was death and I wanted to embrace her but she would not allow it. She said we would meet again in the future, she promised to come for me but I would have to wait for now. I have had many dreams in my life and times and if this was a dream it was unlike any others I have had
Death was a Lady tonight, I longed to dance with her but for tonight she would remain a wall flower.
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willyweed (
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- Comment from author about the poem: sometimes the timing is just not right and one must wait?
- Category: Fantasy
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Brilliant !!!!!!
Thanks PH death from a romantic view for a change?
Just great Willy.
Glad you enjoyed it Michael I love this mornings painting I am afraid you are spoiling us all with them, I'm like where is my Michael this AM?
Trouble is Willy I don't write a poem a day and the back catalogue is getting a bit thin - there are plenty of limericks but even these won't last forever. So in the not too distant future we will be down to about two a week - mind you I've still plenty of paintings - finished a couple this week so far.
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Very good write. I hope that you meet her eventually but not for many years as you have too much writing to do first.
I have already wrote a lot this one poem a day here is killing me? but I do appreciate your generous comments and reading. And I always will thank you my friend! peace through art WW.
I half expected her to put an ice pick through your heart at any moment. Thanks for sparing your life. Hmmn, something to look forward to. Great write!
Great job WW. Reminds me of the Movie of the Week movie "Death Takes A Holiday." Great idea and great work from you as always. I would say when we all see you have posted a poem, we are dying to read them? HaHa
We'll see, tomorrow will be a bit of a curve ball but I think you might enjoy it?Most people come at death from despair I thought maybe What's love got to do with it? glad you enjoyed! And I do appreciate your patronage I am feeling way better I think I got all the poison out now! Thank God that shit nearly killed me? I own you a bunch Lady!
🙂 So great you are feeling great WW.
Death is almost always portrayed as either a shadowy figure or a horrible monster, rarely, if ever, as a beautiful woman.What an imaginative twist to the final scene, and then to postpone the ultimate meeting is absolutely brilliant. Great creativity. - Phil A.
yes I agree thought I would see if love could soften the blow of that ultimate hard and cold feeling we all get someday or another the bluest blues we'll ever sing
Thanks Phil I do depreciate ya Plus ILU ww
Augustus:
Well we can't have every thing we want but I have you Augustus and that is good enough for me. I intend to hang tomorrow so see you at the public hangings tomorrow 11:00am sharp. ww
Awesome write my friend
Thanks Tony I appreciate it> Plus ILU WW
You are greatly welcome
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