Tag Archives: death

September

In empty holes We put the dead To uneasy rest While we dig For the dead Yet to come While wondering again When it ends ©Heather Coldstream Please consider supporting my writing by sharing it with others with attribution and … Continue reading

Posted in poem, Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Clutching

Clutching doom pulls me down Into holes of darkest black Where sunlight hides behind cloying smoke Each step lifts me up until I fall again Struggling on I do my best Until the last hole swallows me whole With no … Continue reading

Posted in poem, Poetry | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Hand

The hand from the grave Grasps as well as releases For tasks undone in the past Which now must be completed ©Heather Coldstream Please consider supporting my writing by sharing my work with others or buying one of my poetry … Continue reading

Posted in poem, Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Decisions

Could old poor decisions be unmade And not rattle my bones in dotage Or would poorer choices have been made Leaving me shipwrecked upon unhappier shores For youth’s fount of happiness boils dry in summer bonfires In fleeting bacchanal moments … Continue reading

Posted in poem, Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Inventory

Box by box We inventory our ancestor’s stuff Things from glory days past While swimming in present grief ©Heather Coldstream Please consider supporting my writing by buying one of my poetry collections from the Kindle store. Thank you! 2016: Poems … Continue reading

Posted in poem, Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Spiders 🕷 

Baby spiders Build their webs Invisible amongst the blades Until mist comes Revealing a miniature canopy of death I blunder through A gargantuan reaper In hidden worlds unto themselves ©Heather Coldstream Please consider supporting my writing by buying one of … Continue reading

Posted in poem, Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Wait

We wait in the waiting room Where the fish in the tank have a tired look Weary of the glass house they live within Unable to tap their tormentors back A puppy comes to visit and fingers stroke and pet … Continue reading

Posted in poem, Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments