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

Full Of Sleep

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
— Willam Butler Yeats

Life plods through the rolling hills
But, life has finally caught me still
No more can one travel abroad
Through places far and wide
Now stuck to one place all alone
With remaining treasures which I keep
I sigh and ponder why
I cannot visit distant shores as
Days get shorter; in they creep
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,

What to do and pass the time
For weary I have become
Most days and nights I stare
From windows trying to finds some fun
But, my treasures are ones I rely on
Use to bring them by the brook
Held them aloft and read right in
I found many places from within
As in the flames I saw a look
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

Books lie by my bed still
Devour in endless haste
I found the book, one I hold dear
I placed it to my heart
Opened pages wide
As I read my throughts took
Whole roots began to grow
Remembering my youth from long ago
It may me stop my outlook
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

I remember you came through
Your love for me was all you knew
Books we read by the hour
Travels to distant shores
We dreamed as such lovers
Before we took the leap
Then life throws a curve
One too short from reading
Life we had before your sleep
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep

April 9th Prompt: Write a simplified glosa. Begin by placing a quatrain by another poet at the head of your poem. Now write a four-stanza poem, with each stanza containing 10 lines and the 10th line being a line of your quatrain (stanza one ends with line one, stanza two ends with line two, etc.). The final challenge is to rhyme lines six, nine and 10. Diane Seuss has one titled “’Glosa’ at Rattle.”

Remember Me

Will you remember me when I leave you
For I will leave you for some distant place
Far off I will be gone in outer space
I will now just be a soul passing through
You saw me last time as I said adieu
You wanted to finally touch base
Before I close my eyes and I embrace
To the final journey I’m going to
Remember me from the photos we took
So much time and fun we had together
But years you and I had were short for me
For disease crept up fast without a look
Now I wait till we are altogether
But for now I am finally free

Old Room

Remembered just the same
Color of walls look still new
Day they got repainted
Along with carpet
Still soft under my toes

Bed I selected on still there
Tucked in the corner
With same coverings
Which kept me warm;
Safe from anything I knew

Room like it still was
Except items I had taken away
Posters down hidden somewhere
Lost but not forgotten
But still is my quite space

I lay there in bed now
Remembering my times here
Enjoying my brief stay
One more time; one more night
In my old room again

Will You Come Follow Me

Will you come follow me
Through high grasses
That could touch the sky
Then wade through a brook
To the other side
Through dense forest dark with gloom
To find the hiding place
We use to go to when young
Where we played the day away
Knowing we could be anything
Will you follow me back there
Like we did in the past

Life To Fast

Why is life to fast?
From day to day
Life blurs like waterfalls
Merging our happenings down
Through the pool below
Heaping together the days
Collecting the bits and pieces
What we remember;
Or want to remember for our life
Yet as years go by
Life gradually slows like the river
Before its reaches the waterfall;
Then to the pool at the end.