#iloveyouall
Emily danced with Death…in white
only she can see, with her eyes
just how much more ~ replete he arose
yesterday remained miles off
to Emily…inhalation becomes inspiration
poetry fills her lungs
sated
Death ~ stood,slanted
a feather falls from branch
hope flutters
Emily wants to accomplish…something
for someone
-at least once in her time
during this time of war, strife
words are Emily’s healing
~as Susan drifts to brothers bed
Death is bored, as war wagesrages
…galloping wisps carry from battlefield
-to battlefield seeking advice
Emily inspired little things on little….scraps
Susan. Death. birds. love.
Wed, 14 Mar 2018 04:33:28