Comments received on poems by sorenbarrett



Seconds age
Lorenz said:

Time is a fascinating canvas on which I love the play of light and shadow who are born an die in an inhabited void...

January 14th, 2026 04:41

Have you ever felt ethereal?
Goldfinch60 said:

Great words soren, in my mind I have done many of those things.

Andy

January 14th, 2026 02:45

Have you ever felt ethereal?
Tristan Robert Lange said:

Love this, Soren! That image of holding back time with a Möbius band really caught me. It’s clever and quietly profound…a perfect symbol for looping desire and human longing. Beautifully imagined, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

January 13th, 2026 20:05

Have you ever felt ethereal?
Teddy.15 said:

I have walked through the clouds in Casentino, It was quite an extraordinary experience, ah holding back times rush, that\'s a beautiful thought, you have turned the mundane truth into a fairytale my dear. sorrenbarret 🌹

January 13th, 2026 18:02

Samba
Lorenz said:

A rythmic spell !

January 13th, 2026 11:22

Have you ever felt ethereal?
Lorenz said:

That\'s all my words have allowed me to experience in the ethereal realm !

January 13th, 2026 10:52

Have you ever felt ethereal?
Mutley Ravishes said:

I heard in days of old Sol used to gently light up the night sky from afar. That was a fun read, Soren.

January 13th, 2026 04:59

Have you ever felt ethereal?
Dominic Windram said:

Lovely write...very imaginative indeed!

January 13th, 2026 04:21

Have you ever felt ethereal?
orchidee said:

Good write SB. Can the mobius thing be unravelled?!

January 13th, 2026 03:33

Where is Santa? Does God know?
NafisaSB said:

yes it is best not to destroy the illusion/delusion of a child...what matters is that the stocking is filled...

January 13th, 2026 02:25

Samba
Goldfinch60 said:

Keep on dancing the samba soren, I used to dance it many years ago.

Andy

January 13th, 2026 02:20

Samba
Tristan Robert Lange said:

Soren, the way nature becomes an orchestra here is just beautiful. Rhythm, movement, invitation, all braided together. “carnaval practice in the month of June” lands as both image and promise. Strong, musical work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

January 12th, 2026 21:28

Samba
Kevin Hulme said:

Being in a Town , I only hear an Owl sometimes.
Must be nice to hear all them .
Well said.

January 12th, 2026 19:32

Samba
NinjaGirl said:

What fun! Lovey description and I can imagine the frogs dancing which brings a smile to my face!

January 12th, 2026 16:47

Samba
Teddy.15 said:

It\'s a bit like watching porno, 🤣 what a wonderful visual, did you know that I\'m incredibly fond of frogs? The bigger and fatter the better. 🌹

January 12th, 2026 09:05

Samba
Paul Bell said:

Just looking out at the hail and snow, thinking at some point I\'ll need to Samba off down to the shops.
I\'ll pretend the sun is shining, and my hips are moving to the rhythm of the music.
Never realised, Polar bears could samba, you learn something new everyday now.

January 12th, 2026 05:33

Samba
Dominic Windram said:

This poem really captures the mood of a samba. I can really visualise it due to the delightful imagery...great stuff!

January 12th, 2026 04:19

Gestation
Goldfinch60 said:

Good one soren, may that poetry never end.

Andy

January 12th, 2026 02:46

Gestation
NinjaGirl said:

A most interesting write, and I ponder the myths and religion intertwined. Well done

January 12th, 2026 00:01

Gestation
Kevin Hulme said:

Never knew of that story in your Comments.
Mythologies are so Interesting. Nice one.

January 11th, 2026 21:19

Imprisoned
Joseph M Marion said:

Beautifully written but have faith

January 11th, 2026 16:09

Gestation
Lorenz said:

Words that awaken in me the atavistic echo of those old Germanic legends !

January 11th, 2026 11:01

Gestation
The Gladden Scribbles said:

What draws me in here is how seamlessly you braid ritual, myth, and language into one motion—almost as if belief itself is being choreographed. Nature isn’t passive in this poem; it performs. It turns pages, conducts metaphors, wields batons and wands.

That opening movement already tells me we’re entering a sacred logic where symbol governs survival.
To me, I think the reference to Nemi and the dying god is handled with a quiet authority. Violence, sacrifice, and renewal are not explained away; they’re accepted as the engine of continuity. I find the image of blood guaranteeing crops especially arresting—it’s unsettling, yet it clarifies how deeply survival and worship are entangled.

Nothing here feels ornamental in the slightest; every mythic act carries consequence.
And that final couplet lands beautifully. “Religion born, poetry begun” feels less like a conclusion and more like a revelation—that verse itself may have emerged from the same need that built temples and demanded sacrifice. This reads like a meditation on origins, written with restraint and gravity, and it lingers well after the last line. Great work and keep on sharing your beautiful work. ~ The Gladden.

January 11th, 2026 10:00

Gestation
orchidee said:

Good write SB.

January 11th, 2026 09:43

Gestation
Tristan Robert Lange said:

I’m struck by how you braid ritual, violence, and renewal without flinching. The idea that belief is born in blood and story feels unsettling and honest. This resonated deeply, dearest Soren. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

January 11th, 2026 09:26

Gestation
Thomas W Case said:

Myth and ritual braid beautifully here—Frazer’s shadow, blood, crown, and renewal.
That last line seals it: where religion ends, poetry begins.

January 11th, 2026 08:47

Gestation
Dominic Windram said:

I\'m a big fan of world mythologies so I really appreciate this poem. The imagery is wonderful blending religion, myth, music and poetry...great stuff!

January 11th, 2026 05:38

Tiller of heart\'s soil
gray0328 said:

Your poem uses the metaphor of a farmer—or “tiller”—to describe someone who works, suffers, and sacrifices to cultivate hope, faith, or moral renewal in a world hardened by doubt and despair. Good one Soren

January 11th, 2026 05:37

Perfection
Aman 12 said:

unwritten masterpiece that lives inside us is always larger than the page.

January 11th, 2026 04:23

Shades
Aman 12 said:

Shadows slip off the edges of memory, breezes whisper through what used to be green.time-worn energy set in motion

January 11th, 2026 04:21



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