This is a beautiful description very familiar to me. We have the best rain storms here in Florida. I am awed by our talent!

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“Human folly does not impede the turning of the stars.”
Tom Robbins

I've missed your poems so much, they're so amazing, xXx

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| So Wait Up, I'm Not Sleeping Alone Again Tonight... |

...There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.


| I Am The Scarlett Wolf Hear Me Growl *Rawr* ^^ |


I Love Hugs!

Very intriguing Jade! there are several elements about this poem that distinguish themselves very clearly to me. As a whole, this poem explores the connection that exist between sexuality and death. The unorthodox setting (what I presume to be an abandoned building) chosen by the lovers for a sexually intimate moment, ironically became the place where their love would be immortalized by death. By pairing the physical expression of love (a temporary action) to the permanence of death, you have effectively contrasted the line that exist within permanence (afterlife) and impermanence (mortal existence).

Looking deeper into the poem, there are a number of symbols that also illustrate this comparison...I will not list them in a certain order.

The moths, which are displayed in the last stanza, symbolically represent the fragility of human life. being light and airy, moths seek out light, just as human beings seek things beyond the spectrum of mortality. in this case, the love shared between these two was so alluring (like the candle to a moth) that they retained the strength to return to the living world (as ghosts). Also, the moth in shamanic folklore is used by the spirits to warn souls of impending death, and even more importantly, to serve as messengers to the "non-living world" Excellent choice in using them.

Aside from the moths, the "folds of flesh" in the fourth stanza allude to memory retention. The lover's, remembering their deep love, are able to pick up where they left off on earth. The folded skin reminded me of the human brain...also wrinkled to retain information.

This poem was beautiful Jade. Deeply symbolic and flowing. There is much to analyze here. Excellent work!

That
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玉

Thank you for your perception & appreciation.

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玉

Once again I am impressed, entertained, driven into thought... enveloped into a vision of your making... left with a smile....

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"The world we perceive through our senses could be an elaborate hoax. "
René Descartes

Some random images that I see and feel when I read this poem:

I read this aloud - and I love the cadence of the words as they echoed in the empty room in which I sit. This piece falls like rain as it is read, increasing then lightening with the rhythm of torrents and then showers - much as I imagine the love making to have been before they drifted to sleep in the warm room with the cool window panes.

The wall paper and mottled reflections lend to the idea of other lovers or perhaps just livers of life that were in the room before these two occupied it. And how the rain was heard on the tin roof in the past as well as now.

The moths remind me of old age and death. Also, wet clothes that perhaps are discarded in a corner from a mad dash to shelter from the rain.

Lovely poem.

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My Faith in Humanity Project 2008
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thank you so much, Thom - a while since you were here - i hope you'll continue to enjoy, dear

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玉

Always

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"The world we perceive through our senses could be an elaborate hoax. "
René Descartes

oh thank you so much for your indepth appreciation of this piece - a special one for me.

reading it aloud does lend it a whole other feel rather than reading it silently to one's self. i find that i actually enjoy it more when i read it aloud.

as with so many of my works, this one has many layers, and many ways to look at the same thing.

even more lovely is how you are another who understands the significance of the moths.

i thank you so much for giving me your thoughts in this way, dear one.

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玉