Bright is the light that shines on me
as I dwell finally
in deathbed reverie
the doctor he talks
and talks and he talks
my wife she weeps
and weeps and she weeps
and time it creeps
and creeps and it creeps
what is this light that shines above
lights pallid face of death
to my love
the darkness it resists
and resists and it resists
in brilliance it glows
and glows and it glows
in radius it grows
and grows and it grows
this light that calls me as my light fades
this light that draws me
to the night of shades
with death it walks
and walks and it walks
my feeble hand I raise and wave
I waver and it waves
faces watch uncertain so grave
grave and so grave
I see my hand stir dust in the air
second last thing I will see anywhere
the dust it wafts
and wafts and it wafts
my brow is mopped
and mopped and is mopped
my hand drops
I drop and it drops
as dust I settle back onto deaths bed
into the pillow sinks my head
life’s weight I shed
I shed and I shed
looking down into the room
I am surprised it is lit
by only gloom
the husk has collapsed
collapsed collapsed
hollowed of life
of life and of life
beside my wife
my wife my beloved wife
the dust dispersed draws my spirit in
and back to dust
I go again
the gift I leave is small but complete
I was loved and I loved
I am replete
Today’s dverse prompt is from Laura, to write words of departure based on your choice from a set of quotes. I chose the quote from a favourite and most remarkable movie – “All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.” Roy Batty, Blade Runner.
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Wow!!! This is heartfelt and beautiful! 🙂
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Thanks Kitty. It was a great prompt to write to.
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Yes, indeed! 🙂
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Sean, you moved me with this death experience. I hope it is just like this when it is my time. Such a beautiful and effective use of repetition. It holds the reader in place so they can’t run from the sorrow of it as witnesses.
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I can see you understood what I was attempting. Thank you for saying so.
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You’re welcome.
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The repetition gave this a classical feeling, maybe like Poe. Well done!
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Thanks Rob, I hoped it would increase the sense of everyone present stretched and awaiting the inevitable.
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such a realistic deathbed scene – those repetitions marking each and every moment, making them last and then you end with that upbeat and touching finale – wonderful
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Thanks Laura, I guess sadly 9but not always), I have quite a lot of experience with deathbed scenes
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This is beyond poignant .. I am at a loss for words .. just beautiful work done ❤️❤️
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my wife she weeps
and weeps and she weeps
and time it creeps
and creeps and it creeps
Great use of repetitions and rhyming, Sean! It brings home a compromising feeling making a poignant death-bed scene into something less sad.
Hank
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I think one of the sad things about many deaths is the lingering – for the dying and those left behind.
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This is wonderful, really beautiful. The repetition works so well, and the ending is just perfect. Brought tears to me eyes, and a smile as well.
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thank you kate, i actually hope when the time comes it is painless, short and sweet and I damn well hope I feel replete.
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This is so beautifully crafted. The repetition is effective and makes reading your poem such a moving experience, Sean.
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