Dying next to a whippoorwill

By Numbers Peppelini

As he lay waiting, Madeline sat to take his hand in hers

contrition caught hold, their eyes , a brief moment

to once strong hands gone feeble and disfigured

" I do not know when or where  it is, we'll catch up again, Madeline "

his listless voice hissed out of him like air from a balloon.

" Oh Jesus"   he uttered softly, as if he couldn't touch a prelude, fit enough for an angel. ."How can I thank you enough for three marvelous children?"

His look of compassion , both clouded and solemn, swelled with morose, for  lacking in verbosity to all the things, he will leave  unsaid,  to which he was grateful for.

" I love you Madeline, I'm so sorry. " his words choked back apologetically, his visage,

echoing a sad countenance that creased the bridge of his  wrinkled brow even more.

Though his time was running out of time now.

A soft feathered rain ushered to his window, a whippoorwill, to once again call out the forsaken dreams of the dying, to be carried on through generations to come.


Madeline watched, as his last dying breath fell from him and she took witness to  him leaving, from the many things in the room he had once touched. Perhaps the celestial  journey we must take, when the body can no longer be cared for.

 The  sweet mournful rain, a chaste white dove beneath a whippoorwill's call

Madeline leans forward with her palm to quiet the light in her man's eyes

that shout both his condemnation to all things undone

and all a king's castles burning.

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Copyright 2014 Numbers Peppelini
Published on Wednesday, February 5, 2014.     Filed under: "Poetry"

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  • blue angel On Friday, February 7, 2014, blue angel (877)By person wrote:

    Madeline leans forward with her palm to quiet the light in her man's eyes... The lump in my throat swelled here. You capture this mournful moment in monumental proportions. The symbolizing of the soft rain with dove and the whippoorwill are versed treasures, Thank you for sharing****

  • A former member wrote: The part that touched me the most was Madeline's silence. Sometimes, with a love as strong as this, silence says it all. Thank you for yet another wonderful read :)

  • A former member wrote: this is brilliant writing, you have captured the essence of spirit. very impressive!

  • A former member wrote: This is very sad and delicate, I really enjoyed it. I like how Madeline is the one to close her lovers eyes. It's very sweet and beautiful to me. Great job! :)

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