On drum beat time

Played to the beat of distant drums...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dancing death has shown its face

Resting in a dreamless place

Under skies of golden hue

Meandering meadows of crystal dew…

 

My coriander eyes have seen

A vision vast in fields of green

Janus opens wide the door

On teeming life in yonder moor…

 

Rid the world of sorrow's face

Playing odes to a rhythm pace

On drum beat time of greening grace

Dancing death has left this place…

 

Author's Note

I have tasted life and death... I like life better...

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

It does have a nice rhythm and speaks of Spring to me... a new beginning maybe.
Beautiful as always Craig.

Chloe

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Speaking of drum beats the poem had a nice rhythm... "you can't live until you die" are words from a song and they ring true... you can't appreciate what is in front of you till you know what the other side is like.

My coriander eyes have seen

A vision vast in fields of green

Janus opens wide the door

On teeming life in yonder moor…

very nicely done.

[Zachary_James]

Very good.

[cfix]

Such an amazing write you have written here.
Amazing imagery as well. I like this and sense
some truth in this as well. Nicely written Craig.

[Nothing Personal]

Thank God Dancing death left. It's a poem about NDE's , about people who have felt life slipping away like sand from their hands..and yet have miraculously managed to fight back and salvage life..Life's way better definitely. A wonderful exercise of philosophy I absolutely love to discuss..About your poetic sense, I won't comment because everybody already knows how good you are..Great concept, again..

[EmpressPoetess]

Dancing death has shown its face, then dancing death has left this place: Outstanding view of life and death and the firm stand to live. Great job here, great flow and rhyme!