Then What Could Death Do If Thou Shouldst Depart

My remixing of Shakespearean sonnet was to take different lines from any of his sonnets and try to come up with something totally different. A challenge to try to find the right rhyming words.

Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
How can I then be elder than thou art?
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
O’ercharg’d with burthen of mine own love’s might.
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
What means the world to say it is not so?
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
In winged speed no motion shall I know,
To find where your true image pictur’d lies,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
Or I shall live your epitaph to make.

April 27th prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

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Loss Of My Dog

I lost her early in morning
I went to work worried and stress
She was barely there on flooring
I called mom to assess
She said she looks calm
Finally peacefully sleeping there
I still felt qualm
Said don’t disturb her where
She finally is at rest
I came home; we took her to vet
I cried upon her fur close to my breast
Vet confirmed passing of my beloved pet
I felt heavy loss through the days
For she was like a child in many ways

April 4th prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

Re-posting For A Sad Day For Me

Today is a sad day. My dog, Chelsey, who is the one to inspire me to write poetry and was my best friend has passed over the doggie rainbow bridge. I was with her all evening into this morning to keep her company. I put her harness on with her favorite winter coat since she loved walking and being outside all the time. She passed on her own time when I went to work. Below is a poem I wrote a year or two back ago.

Chelsey About 12 1/2 or 13, died Nov. 19th 2018

Saying Goodbye

Darkness has come heavy upon my brow
My memory dims as light fades from my eyes
Your cool hand strokes my fur
I rest in the crook of your arm
You cry sad tears for me
Do not worry for me anymore
I will leave you
Maybe we will meet again
If we do I will be waiting,
I will greet you with wagging tail
Just know I will love you always
My time has come to move on
Let me rest here until my eyes close
Let me rest in the crook of your arm
As you tell me good bye in my ear

Life and Death Letter

Death, stop your gloom and doom.
You always look so downcast.
Why, can’t you see happiness
in joys of what surround you?

Easy for you to say, Life.
You, make everything so full
of your life. You bring in
new beginnings. There is
no sorrow or grief.

Your letters leave me
wondering if I can show you
the souls you take
still gives their love ones hope.

Hope in what?
That dying is not the end?
I’ve heard too many times
from you before;
death may not be the final end.

I know we converse back and forth;
but again open your dark heart
to see that we are part
of the cyle of life and death.
In which not all you take
is gone from loves ones.

I will try to remember.
You, Life give good wisdom.
I will write again
in hoping I will see
your meaning in what you said.

Anytime my fellow worker.
I will wait to hear from you
and write again soon.

Our Life Intertwine

The thread of our life intertwine as one
When we meet in winter when we were young
Kindred spirits we were forever
On that night so long ago

We were everywhere you and I
Traveled far and wide
Saw places we never knew there was
Collected many memories you and I

We grew old through the years
Watched the years changed and go
Heard murmur upon the winds
That one of us soon would go

You rested upon your bed
Your strength all but spent
I was near your side
When it was your turn to die

Your once bright eyes had sparkled
Now glaze over for your time had come
I held your hand one last time
As you slipped away to other side

April 26th prompt: The journal 3 Elements Review publishes poems integrating three disparate terms that the editors assign. Try composing a poem on one of these past assignments: husk-echo-quell, tandem bicycle-ache-procession or glaze-thread-murmur.

Death Had Come

I looked upon the ground, Death had come.
As I saw the bloody river, Death had come.

Broken bodies lie on the battlefield, Death had come,
To take their souls away from Earth: Death had come.

I saw the lifeless eyes stare in space, Death had come.
The skies had darken; rains came, Death had come.

I didn’t linger for the smell of Death had come.
Silence was all round the field, Death had come.

Many solders fought and died the day Death had come
Charging among them has they were cut down, Death had come.

War is horrible business when Death has come
To claim the fallen at Fredericksburg: Death had come.

I, Hasen ask God, “why so much death”, he replied, “Death has come
to take life, when new life gets created. So, Death has come.”

April 13 prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net