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| photo by Fee Easton |
remember me
who in riches of youth
bought what money could not buy
with pain
hear me
as I can no more
for losing all
at canon’s blast
love me
as you pass me by
in fear of seeing
what I cannot
where O death is thy sting?
thy victory?
it lays with those it left behind
alive in searing loss
and mockery
of strength
where O death is thy sting?
its presence
here
on earth
*I’ve stayed up way too late to submit this poem to One Shot Sunday, a poetry challenge hosted by One Stop Poetry. Head over to this site to see more poetry based on one of five photo prompts by photographer Fee Easton. Come and enjoy!
Went for the same picture as a 1000 poems in that face
ReplyDeletelove it...i am part of the face gang as well...he looks like a tough old bird eh? death, ha, you aint see what i seen, i can hear him say...
ReplyDeleteLove the perspective of your poem, and the depth of questioning O Death echoing throughout, a powerful effect.
ReplyDeleteHe can ask that question, "Death, where...?" because he knows the answer. Good poem, Patreicia.
ReplyDeleteknow me, hear me, love me...all so important...and he has seen quite a lot..i like your take on the prompt patricia
ReplyDeleteKnow me.. hear me.. love me... Such cries from an all too human heart.
ReplyDeleteNice, goes well with the image.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE the opening stanza Pat - "buy what money could not buy with pain" - this with the image tell a wonderful story !
ReplyDeletelove this. several great lines here. thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteIt left me thinking, very thought provoking
ReplyDeleteNicely shared... he has seen many things, many places including the edges of death I'm sure.
ReplyDeletevery potent imagery ...
ReplyDeletealive in searing loss
ReplyDeleteand mockery
of strength
That's war for you...
Excellent poem. Enjoyed the " love me " stanza.
ReplyDeletePerfect for the picture challenge.
"Love me as you pass me by" is an incredible statement of everyday passion
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