birth death
- Birth Death by Jadurani devi dasi
birth death
cramped breathing container
compassionate inflection
confirms passage
through desolate expanse
parboiled perspiration
apprenticeship procured
procreative perilous passage
power conversion
short-sleeved arm
originates from labor fields
rubbed in a greasy palm
seasonal occupations
a merger
matured greatly over years
far-flung fluctuating flowing fiction
forewarned, forearmed
tenured
temporary people
severance benefits
retired and resigned
information upgrade
sense of security
terminal state of stability
remains in-memoriam
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Hear this
on chirbit
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Written for:
POETICS – ‘Growing Up’r
Image credit: Birth Death by Jadurani devi dasi Krsna Art
Posted on January 12, 2013, in D’verse Poets Pub, Poetry and tagged aging, aging birth, aging poetry, chirbit, dversepoets, growth, growth poetry, growth verse, Jadurani devi dasi, Krsna Art, maturation, maturation poetry, maturation verse, online poetry, poetics, Poetry & Prompts, poetry prompt, poetry sharing, writing prompt. Bookmark the permalink. 25 Comments.
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Ease of alliteration alarming imagery- certainly poetic!
ha, aint no one secure around here…not in this economy….we can change like we are changing the batteries….smiles…really cool alliteration gives is a really cool beat….nice
Thought provoking and deep meanings to ponder.
Thank you,..happy to see your post.
Peace
Siggi
I have felt like this. Often about mid week of most of my working life. Then I remember the fun parts of life.
“Temporary People” – those words grabbed me. It’s so true. Our world is a temporary one.
Beautifully worded as usual!
Beautifully said “Temporary people” – very profound as this world is just a temporary space. 🙂
we’re born, we work, we retire, we die….this was a barrage of wordplay that all fits together very well (really heightened by the audio)…i guess we’re all temporary people in the end..but it the journey that counts, right?
terminal state of stability
remains in-memoriam…
…nice.
ha true…stability and security seem to be a big lie in today’s world where everything’s temporary including us…
A terminal state of stability – a very interesting idea – not completely repellant! Though I could never achieve it. k
i meant that death is a terminal state of stability. that’s something we can all achieve. 😉
Yes, for sure. k
Hard-edge beginning-to-end perspective,had some kind of a science fiction feel to it without the future fantasy, Blade Runner-esque. Great choice of a painting to go along with it.
This is monday before heading to L:ondon hahaa xx Well penned my friend
Wow! Amazing graphic, poetic images and the alliteration adds a lot.
Awesome write, Tammy! So poetically and realistically true. I can definitely confirm the journey you describe. Except, of course, the terminal part at the end!
LOL!!!!
Oh wow…how true, temporary people…never thought of it like that before. Thought provoking write… Well done.
Our passage through this world is definitely a transitory state, in essence impermanent, and your staccato progression of images and wordplay effectively underline this theme.
You are back to form ~ I enjoyed the word play and yes, there is always dying and dying ~
this is wicked cool. Fantastic sweeping detail of the cycle. Outstanding. Thanks
Temporary people populating a world in which we have made almost everything else temporary too, with built in obsolescence and no long-term value.
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very good picture and amazing write for it.A strong feel of each of our journey is left to the mind.