~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 =)

[kublakhan27]

I'm actually reading a book about angels at the moment and it's almost like you wrote this on cue...the way you've balanced light and dark in this piece has left me breathless...you've obviously penned something that's resonated with a lot of people...masterpiece.

[Frieda P]

You know I'm in your head, thanks...and woo, masterpiece, I'll pay you later Benji. ;-)

[kublakhan27]

Haha you know I'm gonna hold you to that right? ;)

[Cassie]

Very nicely penned, i love the choice of words

[Frieda P]

Thanks for stopping Cassie, much appreciate the review.

[Mark]

the BIG question!!! The taste of Death... I like that.

[Frieda P]

Let's hope it doesn't taste like a hangover, ha. Thanks Mark.

[Mark]

hahaha! if it does, I hope they got a big breakfast waiting for us on the other side.

[Frieda P]

And hopefully it's heavenly....

[Mark]

LOL but of course it will be. We'll write it ourselves if we have to!!!

[Frieda P]

Haha wouldn't that be fantastic if it worked that way, I'd be writing about Belize and butterflies all the time!

[Mark]

I think it works however you wish it to, but that's my religion. :P

[Frieda P]

Where do I join up?

[Mark]

LOL I'll email you our pamphlet and a coupon for some special kool aid!

[Frieda P]

Lol sounds like a plan, I'm not really into organized religion but for kool aid, I'll make an exception!

[Mark]

LOL if I can be of further assistance, please contact me.

[Frieda P]

What do I dial D-E-V-I-L? ha ;-P

[Mark]

lol if that's what you want....

[Sirius King]

i hope when i die...
it taste just like sweet potato pie lol

but seriously, i love this
it makes you think,
what will the experience of death be like?
Beautifully dark write :-)

[Frieda P]

Hahaha, do you realize how strange that sounds? ;-P

[Sirius King]

hey, what can i say?...I'm strange ;-))

[Frieda P]

That I know ;-P Ha pretty funny if you didn't read the other thread....

[Sirius King]

right lol

[Blue Ivory]

Death really is a mystery...
Biologically your organs slowly stop working.
It's gotta be painful. I love your use of words. And the format.

[Frieda P]

I would imagine so, unless you go whilst having an orgasm. ;-) Thanks Siren...

[Blue Ivory]

haha! Only you would think of that

[Barbara Walker]

Great imagery, Frieda! Love "a clarion sound of heaven's harmony" and "with hell's bells last call." Priceless! Great write!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Barbara, was in a dark mood that day, had just lost a good friend....

[Barbara Walker]

So sorry!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Barbara.

[Mother Maggie]

Death to me is a doorway and the taste of it would be nectar, ambrosia and moondrops with a hint of earthy flesh of Gnosis drawing us into oneness with the Divine.

Namaste and Blessed Be

[Frieda P]

Would be nice if it tasted of moondrops and ambrosia, thanks Maggie.

[Cordelia]

Very much a question a million people ask. Everyday, people die--a lot of them--and their families and friends, those left in our world, they're left to ponder where their loved ones go. This was one of the questions I heard my aunt ask after the passing of her father, my grandfather. It's a question that neither Science nor religion can answer until now. Maybe it will be your faith that will determine your destination, or maybe not. But one thing is for sure: there are some who stay on the surface of the earth. The answer, though? As you have suggested--no one knows.

Great poem, by the way.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your thoughts here Cordelia.

[eglantine]

Only because the title already tells the reader what the poem is about, I'd cut that first line--jump right into figuring out the answer. Thanks for sharing!

[Frieda P]

Thanks for reading eglantine.

[s y e]

See, when it comes to death, there is a lot of questions. I know that just from watching and hearing about it that millions of us have questions but most cannot be answered. When someone dies it's really hard to deal with, 'specially if they were close to you. You got the image on the spot. An emotional read.

[Frieda P]

Thanks noodlebumble, yep...death is sad stuff.