Death versus Poetry’s Continuing Life

  Death versus Poetry’s Continuing Life

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Death looks for me among the orange groves where

I lived my childhood nights and days.  I left

Them long ago, their seaweed humid air,

And do not feel the fatal threat, its heft.

Death looks for me in places farther north.

There I once studied in New England’s halls

But I departed them.  The Firth of Forth

Where I lived years does not hear death’s doomed calls.

I am not in Scotland.  Kenya, China, isles

Maldivian cannot deliver me

To death.  Nigeria is many miles

Away.  It cannot answer death’s decree.

  I live in England writing sonnets full

    Of life and living.  I ignore death’s pull.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Apr 19, 2025 | DE, Uncategorized | 0 comments