Dancing with 'Death'

Dancing with ‘Death’   by Sami Khalil

An English sonnet… Gloomy but realistic.

Casting a glow where sole choices must go

Grasping flow where canvases overtop

Steady rise laid the promises solo

Where ‘Time’ drew the line in the sand full stop.

 

Those twelve chimes recall what was done proclaimed

…Peace never came and youth lacking sunshine

Outside windows, regrets broke free untamed

Glimpsing clouds where bare trees hung the plus sign.

 

My green fields do still carry notes lonesome

Words that lack silences, sadly missing

My life is a ghost self-held in ransom

Dreams sailing foggy mists midst waves crashing.

 

Casting glows where burnt ash filled the hourglass

Slow dancing with death, we sway en masse.

 

Reviews

[Tom]

I do enjpy/appreciate a poem penned in sonnet format which should tell a narrative of some kind and this one ticks all the boxes, flows along smoothly of the tongue and speaks of the tragedy of humankind, yes I agree, make love not war is the old adage that comes to mind!

[Sami Khalil]

I agree with you Tom.
Thank you kindly for the visit and worthy sharing.

[Brandon Houser]

Perfect for this rainy morning. You could read this a million times and come back with a million meanings. Wonderful!

[Sami Khalil]

Thank you kindly.
I appreciate the read and visit.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Wow, this is powerful! Accompanied by a thought provoking image. Much enjoyed read Sami🕊️🙏🏻

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy wood! Thank you so much dear poet and friend for the appreciative review in reading and understanding.
You be blessed!

[redd Brick Keshner]

Most welcome friend Sami the poet🙏🏻🕊️

[Sami Khalil]

You too. Gracie millee

[emmajoygreen]

For me somehow - an acceptance to the dark unknown. Knowing full well that the finish will complete the whole - like it or not. 'We reap as we sow.'

We learn by rote, we accept what we must, we do our best even if worse than it might have been.

'My green fields do still carry notes lonesome
Words that lack silences, sadly missing
My life is a ghost self-held in ransom
Dreams sailing foggy mists midst waves crashing.'

[Sami Khalil]

OMG! So true and well articulated. You are wise and your wisdom is timeless. I hope life is treating you good. I hope your waves are not tumultuous but gently crashing.
Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and blessings with us

[emmajoygreen]

Life is more raft than liner right now but coping quite well cos am choosing my favourite music! Right now is Rodrigo's Concierto, after that and a time in space it might back to near forgotten Santana! Yes, i'm a woman with non fixated musical moods!

[Sami Khalil]

Good to know. Enjoy the music and the dance.

[Lydia Shutter]

This artwork is incredible!! "Slow dancing with death" makes me think of a prolonged illness. Perhaps a problem that just won't go away and cannot be solved. The imagery is stunning. I liked this one a lot. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe
So true and well articulated
We all got those issues to solve.
Thank you so much dear poet and friend for sharing your thoughts and blessings with us.

[Betty Hermelee]

A melancholy piece, very well written;
We all have unique lives, some more pleasant than others, we all make mistakes along the way; and when we pass on we must be at peace with ourselves “ slow dancing with death, we sway en masse”…..
Well done Sami
Warmly
B😊

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy wood.
I love it.
You have stated it beautifully.
Can't thank you enough.
Much obliged.

[Betty Hermelee]

Always a pleasure!
Warmly, B

[Sami Khalil]

:::::)))))))))))))

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. You paint this scene well.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Thank you so much dear poet and friend for the good review.
Take care.

[redzone]

In-between birth and death there is life. And the slow waltz with our dying. Some of the hardest steps in this waltz are the parts where regrets become the obstacles of stepping on our partners feet. Then too, how we face death says a lot about how we have lived our lives. We all die and pay the price for living. Surly poet Sami, your life is not a "ghost self-held"!! That ransom has been paid in full by the sonnets you have written!!!
-Curt

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe
I love it
You are so astute and right on the money.
Beautifully said indeed.
Thank you so much King of the desert.