Why Does Death Look Pale

Why does death look pale?
In cold trance of life gone by
Death takes them in hand
Leads them to where we don’t know
Their eyes close at last
Death leaves grieve in its wake
Our faces raw with tears
We remember our loved one now pass

Holidays Come Upon Me

Holidays come upon me
Turkey dinners which smell declious
Cheerful gathering of family
Only it’s the anniversary of my beloved pet’s death
Passed away across the rainbow bridge last year
My sorrow was great, my first holiday without her
This year my heart has slowly mended
A new dog enter my life
Has brought some joy back into the holidays
But this month I will always remember my loss
For she passed away just two days ago
My smiling shining star
Now up in sky watching down on me
As busy holidays come right around the corner

Shards Of Memories

I traveled with mom
Back where grandma
Grew up in small town.

Times had changed
An old road where nothing stood
Big shopping centers now dot around.

Old memories stir
Trying to find the house
And park where once
My mom visited long ago.

Little shards of memories surface
Seeing different landmarks
Stories shared with me
What life was like fifty years ago.

As Years Continue To Go By

Years go by in a blink of an eye. (Yeah,
too fast I can’t remember them).
Where they go nobody knows.
Short they grow with each passing hour.
Like dreams fading in the wind. (and out my ear-)
Many years of remembering, (oh, please not true)
Only to forget each one.
Old age takes its grip into its iron hand.
It clouds the years forever,
Only to be awaken again

April 27th Prompt: Take one of your poems and, in three places, insert a parenthetical comment about the poem or your writing process, like “(I’m getting near the end here)” or this example from a Brenda Hillman poem: “(agonized/ by the glazed multitude/ of unusable lines—).”

Nook In Wall

I come from the hidden nook in the wall
Books in hand lost in their land.
I come quietly out where no one sees
With eyes dreamed over wishing
I was in the land of what I was reading.
I am the one in the back
Where no one takes notice
Quietly watching the world around me.
I come now, my mind loaded to the brim
With knowledge stack high from books.
My hard drive overloaded to capacity
Of thoughts pinging from one side to another.
I sit alone in my nook in the wall still
Reading books; lost in their world instead of ours.

April 11th prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/