.
The soft kiss of rain
On cracked, arid earth
Awakens hormones
Releases pheromones
Igniting life
Inciting breath
And ultimately death
.
©DGA 06 May 2012 10:53
The Soft Kiss
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I write what I feel…
.
The soft kiss of rain
On cracked, arid earth
Awakens hormones
Releases pheromones
Igniting life
Inciting breath
And ultimately death
.
©DGA 06 May 2012 10:53
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07/05/2012 at 8:02 am
food for thought there denise!
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08/05/2012 at 12:36 am
In a nutshell, Patrecia. 🙂
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07/05/2012 at 8:08 am
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.
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08/05/2012 at 12:42 am
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.
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09/05/2012 at 8:49 am
This poem also illustrates that Death is a shock – unexpected usually – or the result of an unexpected illness.
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07/05/2012 at 12:38 pm
Very thoughtful poem, adee. Yes, I guess that death is inevitable for everything that once has life. Sad but true.
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08/05/2012 at 12:44 am
It all depends on each reader’s belief, AD.
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07/05/2012 at 1:39 pm
This was very cool! Great job! You evoke some cool imagery – and thoughts!
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08/05/2012 at 12:45 am
Thank you for your input, Hook. 🙂
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07/05/2012 at 2:06 pm
nice…i presonally love rain, the sound…the smells it bring out in the earth…life and death both can from it…
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08/05/2012 at 12:46 am
Life-giving rain, Brian. Beautiful smells of warmth and life…
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07/05/2012 at 4:10 pm
You have taken the “circle of life” and put it in tender phrases, Denise. Kudos!
Blessings – Maxi
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08/05/2012 at 12:47 am
And it is a perfect circle, Maxi. Thank you and bless you. ♥
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07/05/2012 at 6:24 pm
Enjoyed all but the last line. It broke the promise of rebirth.
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08/05/2012 at 12:48 am
To me, Nancy, death is not the end. Just a new beginning…
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08/05/2012 at 12:53 am
Oh, I agree. The poem just seems to start with Spring . . . and then jump straight to Winter. Too abrupt a passage.
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08/05/2012 at 1:11 am
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’…
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07/05/2012 at 7:05 pm
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.
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08/05/2012 at 12:50 am
Thank you for your comments, Ruth. I agree. We just pass through death as through a doorway. 🙂
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07/05/2012 at 11:47 pm
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
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08/05/2012 at 12:55 am
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!
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08/05/2012 at 1:55 am
I don’t believe death is the end either!
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09/05/2012 at 8:43 am
Glad you agree, Liz. Thanks. 😀
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08/05/2012 at 3:33 am
Wow, that was a roller coaster ride, to an abrupt ending.
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09/05/2012 at 8:43 am
Death is like that – surprise, surprise!
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09/05/2012 at 3:46 pm
I know it’s not the fall but the sudden stop that gets ya..lol
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08/05/2012 at 10:33 am
“And ultimately death”
And then … renewal. It’s an eternal circle, surely?
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09/05/2012 at 8:44 am
I think all life is a circle – of sorts…
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08/05/2012 at 4:05 pm
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.
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09/05/2012 at 8:46 am
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.
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