My
church bells,
a warm voice
on sleepless nights.
Come joyous Christmas
together we rejoice.
My bells will herald my death
after I take my final breath.
As I leave behind an empty shell
they will bid me a bittersweet farewell.
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| Writing Prompt |
The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. |
Author Notes
When someone dies, our local priest is advised and then he plays the bells of mourning..and in a handful of minutes, the whole town knows who has died.
It comforts me to know that my beloved bells will be ringing at my funeral bidding my farewell.
I say bittersweet:
bitter because I'm leaving ,
sweet, hopefully I'm going to live with our Lord
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