The Taste of Death

Everyting I carried
I bore alone.
© Yelling Rosa
29/9 -18

A Bird or a Stump © Yelling Rosa 2011

A Bird or a Stump © Yelling Rosa 2011

Over the Heads of Scientists

It goes over the heads of scientists
That the straight line will return
To the starting point and too much light
Into the black holes makes an explosion.
It’s too much for them to speak about
The vast nature of the creation
And they’re minimizing it
Into the one point.
© Yelling Rosa
23/9 -18

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About Yelling Rosa

I am retired. In my spare time I read, write, play the guitar and hike. I have published three verse books in Finnish and recorded my songs. You can listen to them on YouTube. I have translated some of my poems on Yelling Rosa's Weblog. I also like to watch movies. Olen kiinnostunut lukemisesta, kirjoittamisesta, kitaransoitosta ja luonnossa vaeltamisesta. Olen julkaissut kolme runokirjaa ja laulujani on äänitteillä. Voit lukea runojani Yelling Rosan kotisivuilta ja kuunnella laulujani YouTubessa. Olen elokuvafriikki.
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25 Responses to The Taste of Death

  1. A. Wilson says:

    I love that pic

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  2. I like your initial statement, even though it’s a little sad .

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    • Yelling Rosa says:

      Hi,
      This sentence just popped up from the bottom of my soul. Later on, when I thought about the statement, I wonder why it is so disconsolate. I concluded that it reminds me of death, the final departure from the living creatures as well as unliving things, but as long as we have a connection to life, we’re on the safe side.
      Have a nice weekend ❤

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  3. “Everything I carried I bore alone.” Deeply emotional! Great image.

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  4. itslifelyn says:

    Great. Seems it comes from within. Good luck to all your endeavors.

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  5. newwhitebear says:

    belle le due poesie e splendida l’immagine

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  6. bernard25 says:

    Bonjour mon Ami Amie
    C’est l’heure pour moi de passer
    Dans ton bel univers déposer un petit
    Commentaire d’amitié te dire que
    Si chacune de mes pensées
    Se transformeraient en fleurs
    Chaque jour un bouquet
    Viendrait embellir ta demeure
    C’ est toute la douceur de leurs parfums
    Que je t’envoie!!!!
    Une agréable journée ou soirée

    Gros bisous. Bernard

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  7. Mr. Mel says:

    Yes this did pop up from the bottom of your soul, that is where wisdom resides. Wonderful post. 🙏❤

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