~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 =)

[redflutterby]

Some of the questions which have taunted us since the beginning of time. What do experience or feel in the last moments of life and after. Besides what we are feeling from the impending cause of death..is there something else. Fear...peace...tranquility ....rushed release of spirit...the presence of impending judgement? We simply don't know. I imagine it is different for each person.... this is very thought provoking though!

[Frieda P]

Grazie Red, just where my head was at in that moment, I guess when we lose someone close to us we tend to think in those terms, never know when or if we'll ever find out really...depends on what death really is like I suppose.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Oi pack it in!!! Too many hits with the snake! Ok the write is as always too perfect. Stop the dark writing just because you are grumpy and hung over! Write something nice please.

[Frieda P]

In the words of a good friend of mine John, bite me! ;-) I'm not hungover either...well, maybe grumpy.

[Sami Khalil]

A very nice and thought provoking poem with pertinent questions. Thank you for sharing this one...
My faves.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Sami, what's with the fancy shades, trying to look mysterious? ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. I'm delighting in my mysteriousness...Lol
Have a great one...:)

[Frieda P]

Enjoy, I still know who you are. Lol ;-P

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...:)

[Jack...]

Death tastes of everything and nothing. To some it tastes of power and to others it tastes of sadness. Though one thing is for sure, it seems to be a popular delicacy for it is everywhere. Frieda, I read this and sat and pondered your questions for quite some time. You have asked questions I have never heard asked before and have never thought of. Your mind works in very profound ways my dear. I did answer above, but still do not feel it is adequate enough. I loved you poem, it made me think and think hard. I love it when you do that.

[Frieda P]

I love it when I read your review and it puts a knowing smile on my face, thanks so much my dear friend...love this Jack, can I give a review 100/100? ;-)