The Soft Kiss
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The soft kiss of rain
On cracked, arid earth
Awakens hormones
Releases pheromones
Igniting life
Inciting breath
And ultimately death
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©DGA 06 May 2012 10:53
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food for thought there denise!
In a nutshell, Patrecia.
Denise,
I think the last line somehow takes away the charm of the Title and all the lines before. True, there is bliss in death in such a soft kiss. Yet, the evocative feelings of kiss and pheromones stand in contrast to the abating feelings of the last line.
Thanks, Murty, for your comment. I can see that the last line is a shock, but I (and many others) don’t believe that death is the end. I believe, as do you I think, that life just takes a different form after death. I agree that the poem ends rather abruptly though. Perhaps one day I will modify the ending.
This poem also illustrates that Death is a shock – unexpected usually – or the result of an unexpected illness.
Very thoughtful poem, adee. Yes, I guess that death is inevitable for everything that once has life. Sad but true.
It all depends on each reader’s belief, AD.
This was very cool! Great job! You evoke some cool imagery – and thoughts!
Thank you for your input, Hook.
nice…i presonally love rain, the sound…the smells it bring out in the earth…life and death both can from it…
Life-giving rain, Brian. Beautiful smells of warmth and life…
You have taken the “circle of life” and put it in tender phrases, Denise. Kudos!
Blessings – Maxi
And it is a perfect circle, Maxi. Thank you and bless you. ♥
Enjoyed all but the last line. It broke the promise of rebirth.
To me, Nancy, death is not the end. Just a new beginning…
Oh, I agree. The poem just seems to start with Spring . . . and then jump straight to Winter. Too abrupt a passage.
You’re quite right, Nancy. But you know, to me, as I get older I feel when I look at past years, they seem to have just flown by in the blink of an eye! I think that may be what influenced me to jump through all the other seasons. Perhaps the poem would be improved by inserting a comma on either side of the word ‘ultimately’…
Yup, it’s all part of the package. And what is death but an open door? I see no sadness in it, other than missing the physical presence of loved ones who are nevertheless as much (or more) a part of me as they were when in the flesh. I like the completeness of your poem, and the title too, very much.
Thank you for your comments, Ruth. I agree. We just pass through death as through a doorway.
The last line took me by surprise, Denise. But then I thought of my birth dream, and I’m not sure there isn’t a link there
Thank you
John
There is a definite link, John. It was your use of the word ‘birth’ that made me look at death differently. I believe that we are born into our new life after death. Thank you for your comment and also for your post!
I don’t believe death is the end either!
Glad you agree, Liz. Thanks.
Wow, that was a roller coaster ride, to an abrupt ending.
Death is like that – surprise, surprise!
I know it’s not the fall but the sudden stop that gets ya..lol
“And ultimately death”
And then … renewal. It’s an eternal circle, surely?
I think all life is a circle – of sorts…
I was floating along nicely, and then was surprised by the last line. Life has sort fo been that way recently. With surprises that take me in new directions just when I thought I knew the path I was on.
It seems to me that Death always surprises us. Or we are first taken by surprise by an illness that leads to death. Whatever, or however it comes… we are seldom prepared.