Saturday, June 25, 2011

Strong Scented

Salt Marsh reminds me
Being born and dying
smell much the same.
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10 comments:

  1. PeggyJune 25, 2011 at 10:10 AM

    Oh my Victoria. This one is stunning. I love poems that have a message in a few words.

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  2. LynneJune 25, 2011 at 11:45 AM

    Wow, Victoria, amazing poem, the circle of life.

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  3. WillowJune 25, 2011 at 6:03 PM

    I did not know this.

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  4. AnonymousJune 27, 2011 at 12:24 AM

    Oh wow lovely job! Powerful statement

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  5. SusannahJune 27, 2011 at 7:54 AM

    Wonderful. So much in so few words. I love it. :-)

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  6. MaryJune 28, 2011 at 5:29 AM

    I don't picture the smells of both being the same....actually I would hope not.

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  7. Chronicles of IllusionsJune 29, 2011 at 2:32 AM

    So powerful - love it. :)

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  8. AnonymousJune 29, 2011 at 4:46 AM

    wow!

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  9. Judy RoneyJune 29, 2011 at 5:29 PM

    Wow! Amazing.

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  10. VictoriaJune 29, 2011 at 8:01 PM

    Thank you all for your warm comments. Mary, I was at a salt marsh on Saturday when the poem came to me and my sense was that the marsh is a cradle of life - hatchings and births as well as death - circle of life. I saw the smell as being characteristic of both.

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