Death being entertertained by Hope and the New year
He was tired, he was taken unaware. Death was exhausted it had been a heavy year. He was not sure at first but their gentle voices confirmed his fears . Here was Hope and the New Year , yes and they were seeping love and kindness he felt weak at the knees and close to tears.
Come ,they said, and sit with us you look so tired and gaunt he knew they would not be denied their chat, they would not be put off by a nasty taunt. Feeling strangely grateful, not a feeling he knew well, he took the weight off his bony feet which as usual hurt like hell.
Walking on those cobbled stones played havoc with his joints it must be how a ballerina feels after dancing years on points! They lit a fire because he looked cold, Death hated to admit it but he was frozen to the bone and feeling so very old. Well what use is a thin cowled cloak in minus zero. For goodness sake he was not a super hero.
New Year, tiny, innocent and fresh eyes wide and her smile too, dressed in green was she ever to be able to cope with the coming 12 months of mess.She was so beautiful and so close to her friend Hope who was plump now, and hassle free this end of the year their predecessors had not long left, Old Mother time and Hopelessness. But right now he was happy to sit for a while and bask in their warmth it was like a sweet caress.
It has been such a busy year, his three brothers, War, Famine and Pestilence had been very busy and as ever it was his job to collect the souls was enough to make you dizzy. So many shootings and knifings , gangs and young people doing dreadful things it almost pained him ..wait was that an emotion swing!!
This will not get the dead collected he said as he bade them good night and headed off to London Town to collect a sixteen year old lad from a street fight. Sad he muttered as he helped the lad from the gutter. Was that a tear he asked himself, shocked. No it was rain his tear ducts long gone and never unlocked .
As he watched Hope and New Year set off on their path he sighed a huge sigh he wanted to laugh he knew they would be old,haggered and changed this time next year. Reassuring his charge that all would be well, what? he felt another emotion was that fear, again it has been hovering over his head getting ever so near.So he took the boy who hardly had lived while Hope and New Year took Pandora’s Box and opened the lid.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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16 thoughts on “Death has a rest ( a short one)”
How wickedly excellent Willowdot,
i like this one and the graphics are
very well chosen also 🙂
Hey are you getting ready for a wicked
start to 2012, be good, no strike that, be
really naughty and wicked instead 🙂 😉
I am going to be beyond bad, I shall make wicked look like an old pussy cat!! I do hope you are going to be totally reprehensible !! I wish you all you wish yourself in 2012 xxx
Death is ever present, in fact he is friend to my Vampire bear, this is not the first poem I have written with Death in… Vlad has nicknamed him Grim for short.
Wow, of all the posts on wrapping up the year, this is the most unique! A view from death’s perspective – and picking up a lad from a street fight and no, not a tear.
Thank you for your kind comments, I have written about Death before. I fear he has bad press but he has been around a long time , and the new year so full of hope sadly seldom lives up to her promise.Anyway let’s all hope she lasts a little longer and keeps at least one promise 😀 I do wish you also a very Happy New Year. xx
Death gets a very bad press, he suffers constantly from the cold, having no skin to cover his bones. He has to walk on all terrain with no protection for his feet as to his garb he cannot simply blend into a crowd …….. sadly his work never stops.
Thank you VW I added the death of the boy in a fight because to my horror a teenager was knifed and killed in a shoe store in Oxford St London. To die on the cold pavement because of a pare of shoes and to have your friends screaming for help! …I am still shocked what is the world coming to!
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How wickedly excellent Willowdot,
i like this one and the graphics are
very well chosen also 🙂
Hey are you getting ready for a wicked
start to 2012, be good, no strike that, be
really naughty and wicked instead 🙂 😉
I always am 🙂
Androgoth XXx
I am going to be beyond bad, I shall make wicked look like an old pussy cat!! I do hope you are going to be totally reprehensible !! I wish you all you wish yourself in 2012 xxx
Very interesting and unique idea! Stellar writing!! We must never forget that even death has a place in life.
AZ
Death is ever present, in fact he is friend to my Vampire bear, this is not the first poem I have written with Death in… Vlad has nicknamed him Grim for short.
Wow, of all the posts on wrapping up the year, this is the most unique! A view from death’s perspective – and picking up a lad from a street fight and no, not a tear.
Very entertaining 🙂 Happy New Year.
Thank you for your kind comments, I have written about Death before. I fear he has bad press but he has been around a long time , and the new year so full of hope sadly seldom lives up to her promise.Anyway let’s all hope she lasts a little longer and keeps at least one promise 😀 I do wish you also a very Happy New Year. xx
Love your amazing versatility! Another poem addressing death and taking the less traveled road perspective!
Death gets a very bad press, he suffers constantly from the cold, having no skin to cover his bones. He has to walk on all terrain with no protection for his feet as to his garb he cannot simply blend into a crowd …….. sadly his work never stops.
Amazing writing, my friend. Your work is fascinating and so strong. The final few lines were epic and gripping. Well done!
Thank you VW I added the death of the boy in a fight because to my horror a teenager was knifed and killed in a shoe store in Oxford St London. To die on the cold pavement because of a pare of shoes and to have your friends screaming for help! …I am still shocked what is the world coming to!
dark and deep… ingenius play-write, I would say you think out-side the box but you probably don’t know what a box is… (~_~)
My thank you sir, poor old grim he gets such a bad press!