Awesome! Your poem moves with Miltonic dignity. I liked the opening lines:
'The two great friends Birth and Death
Conspired for humans, Lament and Breath.'
You are a already a great and recognized poet. While commenting on your poems I feel small as if I am showing lamp to the Sun.
This is a fantastic poem that is very well written. You have captured with words the reality of life. What we must do is make our journey worthwhile. Thank you for sharing
The natal twinge the infant could never express
The soul’s departure nor the body could digress;
faces of a coin...
wonderful poetic thoughts...
regards...
Plenty of self-realization to this writing that really sets the table for a discussion of enlightenment and death. But here’s the thing: vision-quests, thousands of hours of meditation, the delicate finesse that make euphemisms appealing and wanting in grace, is in its essence, empirically a matter of individual conciousness. You have to credit the rich diversification of Abha's words though, for a well-lit fundamental distinction about the point of life.
This piece, no doubt, in this Reader's mind, could be a school-text paradigm as to when couplet stanzaec structure is aproppriate & enhancing to its body of work.
Death is Renaissance di excelscior....as it represents the nascence of a new, but ever-life....as opposed to our microcosmed time spent toiling in mortal life.
''ETERNAL FRIENDSHIP ', sheds positive light on the spirituality of Death....as there is nothing bella-grande, about th' inevitible process of aging: mentally, physically or aesthetically.This is fine work, as always, young lady....You are truly
a gifted scribe.
~ FjR ~
..2008..
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