~The Taste of Death...

questionable mysteries of death

What does death taste like, 

          is it bittersweet or acerbic

does the scent jolt one

                   to senseless abandon

is the feel of floating

                on zephyr's eternally blissful

what does one see

           when faced with death's eyes

do angels beckon us

                   to join the alluring alliance of souls

a clarion sound of heaven's harmony

                             to peaceful sleep

or will the devil come a knockin' 

                           with hell's bells last call

perhaps we merely become infinitesimal flecks

               endlessly ephemeral,         flitting 

                              within pure grandness of the megacosm

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

This is such a beautifully constructed poem. Love the flow. You present your readers with some searching questions. I used to wrestle with these questions all the time.. so often I would drive myself insane from it. I finally resolved that death was a natural cycle of rebirth, and left it at that. Great job!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Lori, somehow I missed your lovely review here.

[Ravyne Hawke]

no worries, Frieda.. I think I miss some from time to time too =)

[Kristin Lee]

This piece is full of weight and pondering. I fought with this question a lot after my mom comitted suicide. her familiy is strict catholic - I am not. It made me so angry that they belived she went to hell for her choice, when she was an otherwise good person. I couldn't understand how they could be sure unless they'd been there. I finally threw their thoughts out the window and made peace with my own beliefes, but it took a long time.

[Frieda P]

Sorry to hear that Kristin, that's a really tough one, suicide is not easy to deal with, lots of questions and people still find it taboo to speak of, or there's that religious jargon to deal with, that really annoys me when people say that...glad you found your peace. Thanks so much for your thoughts here.

[Baby Ricochet]

I like this poem. Good job.

[Frieda P]

Glad you did Mark, thanks.

[Rita L. Sev]

Already in a pondering mood, and reading this has given me plenty to ponder. I imagine that death tastes sweet to some, and bitter to others - just as Life does. Excellent piece, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Great point there teach! Thanks so much Rita.

[TL Boehm]

Death is the thing that terrifies me. Do we cease to exist? Or will we exist eternally short of heaven? My husband always says, well if I die and there's nothing after - it wont matter because I won't know and although I can't argue with his logic - it gives me no peace.
This is a resonant poem.

[Frieda P]

Not me, I think living is a helluva lot scarier than death could ever be, thanks TL.

[KAOlmsted]

It probably tastes like chicken ;-)

xoxo

[Frieda P]

Lol, *shaking my head*! Only you...

[KAOlmsted]

;-)

[Marie]

No one can know what death tastes like until it actually comes to us.

[Frieda P]

Well there are those that have died and been brought back to life, I wonder...thanks Marie.

[Ken Simm.]

Death tastes of falling into something surprising. Death tastes of memory to those left behind.

[Frieda P]

I know what it tastes like to me, and you're right Ken....

[emmajoy]

Dear goodness, what an extraordinary analysis, a thought progress n.s.e. and w of every direction a mind could go!

What a day to read this because for sure i know what it looks like. I've a feeling it tastes of pure flowing honey, a silent release, a relief into .. your '.. infinitesimal flecks ~ endlessly ephemeral,..'

["writing by" KS]

Hmmm. Good question, what does death taste like ?
Well my dear lady, I think you gave us all an image of that.
Perfectly poetic on such a thought provoking piece.
You certainly tickled my taste buds.
Loved it :)

[bluessadmood]

and there it comes after a long day journey
as the sun goes down comes a long night,peaceful dreams
you close your eyes one more time ,and you had your eternal peace
no more worries or sadness,from here its total abandon,after long struggles
all ups and down ,now you lie on a flat ground,everything sounds so easy there
none will knock your door ,not anymore,like gone on pension,no more headaches
or sleepless night,no nightmares,its a sound sleep,funny you will never see a sunset again
thats what i will miss most..
lovely write..

[Frieda P]

Your review is poetry bluessadmood, thank you muchly....

[bluessadmood]

you are so welcome.