Death
is the shadow of winter—
a soft, lingering ache,
COLD and BLUE,
melding with the hushed silence of white.
*
I wear DEATH,
if you must understand,
my chilled fingers tracing its curve
until it chills further
and murmurs my NAME
to the wilting flower.
*
Yet, I am bound to LIFE—
this land,
this vessel,
this pulse,
this glowing scar that BEATS with existence.
*
Death,
each night,
takes root inside ME.
Each morning,
its spectral KISS lingers,
brushing my LIPS.
*
In its unyielding grasp,
I feel the eternal—
a transformation,
a yielding to the creator,
as my mortal flesh SLIPS away.
*
Life clings tightly still,
throwing itself against my companion,
death,
for countless YEARS.
*
And I,
forever suspended,
find myself trapped
in their quiet struggle
About the Creator
Komal
I write poems and stories that hit the feels.
When I’m not lost in my own plots, I’m either daydreaming about the next big idea or just winging life with a grin.
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕄ℙ𝔸ℂ𝕋
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The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (28)
This poem really captures the deep struggle between life and death in such a vivid way.
You are soooo beautiful!! Your writing is so wonderful as it always is!!💗😭
This was interesting
Wow such a deep and symbolic poem. Love how you describe death here. Excellent writing.
I love the idea of death as transformation, not an ending. It is a beautiful, though painful kiss. This is one poignant poem, Komal!
Beautifully written <3
All of us in the same trap are better off because you are bound here. ⚡💙⚡
I would have never thought bringing nature into my dark writing like this. I can appreciate the sensory through these words. BEAUTIFUL!
I’ve read a few things today and thought that feels similar to Nosferatu, the movie I saw a few nights ago. Obviously there’s a lot going on here, but the feel of the piece I like a lot! Beautifully handled Komal! Hope you have a great day. 😊
Very well written dear ☺️
I love the cover pic for this piece!
Very heavy poem. 🖤
What inspired this one?
Love the darkness of this piece Komal!! So drawing and well written!! Great work!
This excellent writing. Well done
Stunning writing Ko! You're beyond gifted! 💕💖
Truly a masterful exploration of the themes of mortality and vitality.
Such a dark, but loving poem. I love how you formatted it, and how the words flow. It's beautiful.
A well-wrought meditation in poetic form on the nature of transformation; the nature of nature! Death is no end to life, only a change of form, but it is in raging against the dying of the light, as one poet said, that we create the most meaningful eternity.
Amazing totally Amazing ✍️🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺
Wow, love this! Great job. Last thing I read for you had a great sense of balance between humor and tension— this has a flawless sense of balance between hope and inevitable loss. True to life, stark and melancholy without being over the top depressing. This is solid all around. I especially like the ending on this one too, the conveyed sense of being trapped, in a kind of tug of war between life and death is a powerful image.
Mesmerisingly haunting. Wow, I just love how you describe almost like… a relationship with death, a sensual connection. Because it’s always there, it’s always lingering, so much so that we almost… want to make peace with it, so not to be as afraid Oh I am just blown away 🤯. Outstanding work as usual sis 👌🏽👏🏽♥️🤗
Death's inevitable! What a great poem, Komal 👏 The tension and warmness at the same time? Brilliant work ✨
I truly loved the darkness here, it was very relatable. You have written this soooo beautifully!
Wow, this is outstanding poetry, how we all wrestle with death in our lives. Its a trap waiting for that moment