I’m not ready


silent at my door, shroud of death
there was no knock, you covet the way
I breathe, before you crumble, turn to ash
wait ~ for I’m not ready for you ~ yet

allure me with your charms, my resolve is
firm, weak of mind not of body, stand
noiseless, hands clasped in readiness
my life will not accompany yours

cry the ravens above, gnawing bones of age
the light is carried only, it has not called me
I’ll keep my breath, you don’t need me
so wait ~ I’m not ready for you ~ yet


One photo, two poems… a challenge amongst friends – no peeking!

Photo Credit:Β Visit twistedlamb.com

About ramblingsfromamum

Writing is as natural to me as breathing. I shall never cease walking the path to find the writer within. I hope that you walk beside me on my journey of self discovery. I am the Author of The Empty Nest - A Mother's Hidden Grief (E Pub) through Amazon & Lulu. Born under the star sign of Cancer ~ 19th July Thank you for stopping by. Jenny - Melbourne Australia
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8 Responses to I’m not ready

  1. Miriam E. says:

    “cry the ravens above, gnawing bones of age” love this, Jen!!! how i missed doing these with you… xxx

  2. howanxious says:

    Oh! That is powerful. I liked the intensity of it and the brilliance of the images. Always splendid to read your creations… πŸ™‚

  3. “my life will not accompany yours”…. That resonates bone deep.

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