
I suppose it makes sense,
bodies have limited shelf life unlike almond butter
atleast it comes with the option of being stored,
refrigerated even;
it can last up till months, but us?
We crumble like wet paper,
our fibers torn when neglected.
Bodies are conscious but don’t have consciousness
they care not for rules and regulations
they scatter,
like potpourri evoke fragrant kisses;
painting the soul in shades of atomic tangerine,
rose and bittersweet shimmer— what am I?
Why am I here?
Will it matter when I am gone?
The answer perhaps lies in existential animateness
I am alone
but not really in my query of the universe;
this pattern is decades old,
with the moon and stars bursting for everyone to see—
birth is only the first gate,
like Persephone I bathe myself in the devastating light.
Photo credits: Laura Berger Illustration, Pinterest
I can believe the eternal would blow hot and cold, Sanaa, they have so much time on their hands, and that mere mortals ‘crumble like wet paper, / our fibers torn when neglected’. I like the vivid colour in the phrase ‘painting the soul in shades of atomic tangerine’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Nice line: “birth is only the first gate,”
Thank you so much, Frank 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
I sense a dose of mysticism in this towards the end. Enjoyed it.
Thank you so much, Anthony 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Perhaps just viewing atomic tangerine would blow our minds. I enjoyed your journey into the metaphysical. You touch on the eternal questions. It’s nice to see that while soul-searching you feel connected to “something”.
Thank you so very much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Regardless of what is or what is not, we must do what we must do. I love that last line. It reminds me of a scene in the film, “Melancholia.”
Ah, I must check out that movie! Thank you so much, Jade 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Ah, these are the questions I ask and the indirect topic of so many of my poems. I love the idea of a shelf life and comparing us to almond butter!
Thank you so very much, Colleen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Well I definitely have a shelf life but being old I can’t read the label anymore to check! The most important thing in life regardless of age is to do as many thing you planned to early on. OK some you won’t achieve but to remain ambitious to the end will make life that much more enjoyable,
Sage advice! Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Wow, what a stunning conclusion! Following on beautifully-expressed ruminations. I love all your comparisons and images, but above all Persephone in that ‘devastating light’.
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bodies have limited shelf… yet we never really paid attention before now.
Your words strike a chord, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I can relate so well to your words, I say this often as your poetry inspires and informs me👏❣️🙏
Thank you so very much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love the end to this Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
All those questions…there seem to be more and more every day.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Kerfe 💄❤️
Questions, we certainly ask them..Your ending..Wow!! Love this poem!
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“bodies have limited shelf life unlike almond butter”
I love that.
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Love those first 5 lines and that almond butter simile….plus “atomic tangerine” and pretty much everything else about this poem!
JIM
Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
that list line is killer
Thank you so much, Erbiage 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
So exsquiste! I especially love these lines:
“they scatter,
like potpourri evoke fragrant kisses;
painting the soul in shades of atomic tangerine,”
and your closing:
“birth is only the first gate,
like Persephone I bathe myself in the devastating light.”
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️