I’m a Figure in White…


I’m a Figure in White

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@grannygee

Soft misty rose, gentle white fog swirls, caresses, kisses the petals

Petals of little wild roses living on the craggy rocks near the ocean

I reach out to touch, pluck a tiny rose when I feel a prick

Instantly pissing me off to no end, dissolving my romantic mood

The hell with all the soft, misty rose roses, right now I’m mad

I put my finger between my lips, I bite the hurt, pull it away

A perfect drop of pure red blood sat on my finger, I stared

Stared in fascination at something so pure red, perfectly formed

One little drop of blood, one perfect little red drop of blood

Blood … life … red is the color of life, I never thought about it before

Red is strong, vibrant … vibrates with pure energy

One little, pure red drop of blood reminds me life is bigger than I see

One little prick draws a small drop of blood without harming me

A big ass prick would draw a huge amount of blood, disabling me

Simple as that … just as simple as that, life is fragile

In a blink of an eye, you can be here one minute … gone the next

The pain forgotten, fascinated by a little drop of pure red blood

I stood in the damp air, soft white fog swirled around me

I felt it kiss my face, caress my neck … I held my arms out to the air

Embraced the soft, wispy fog, became entangled in a dance

A dance for my life … I’m on a rocky cliff

The drop of pure red blood spun off to God knows where

As my body went into a spin … spinning, spinning to the rocks below

Rocks met me, stopping my fall … lots of red … pure red began to spread

As my life drained from my body, coloring the rocks pure red

One jagged rock pricked me in a big ass way … disabling me forever

Making me see black, feel no pain … I began to see light

Beautiful soft, white light … figures were moving about

I am in Heaven …I breathe a sigh of relief as I wasn’t sure where I’d go

When the day came and I would die … I looked down at myself

The pure red has gone away … I’m now, a white figure

I begin to move around in a contented way … I was red, now … I’m white

Pure white moving around in the soft light … I’m dead

Full of life in a new way … magical, swirling, twirling like the fog

I come down to kiss you, caress your head, your hair

Trying to tell you in my way … everything is going to be all right

You can’t see, or even know I’m there … like the fog playing on the early morning air

Sometimes, you think you do … then, you see only the white

You have a fleeting thought of me, then it’s gone

As you watch the fog in the early morning light

Swirl, caress the petals of the wild roses, misty rose in the light

Never knowing I died here one morning, now … I’m a figure in white

Photo/poem owned/written by me… Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee Β  (Photo is of me in black/white).

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