Majesty
Teddy.15 said:

Utterly beautiful I found myself thinking of those already in that distant sky above, I cannot choose a favourite line because as you always do, you create such beauty and make it come alive. So much to enjoy in this dear sorrenbarret, I just love it. 🌹

February 27th, 2024 03:17

The candle
Teddy.15 said:

Simply exquisite, with dark there is always hope of light, sometimes the candles go out or just flicker and sometimes they can guide. 🌹

February 26th, 2024 15:15

The candle
orchidee said:

I said to KP \'You get on my wick (on my nerves)\'. She replied: \'Ya got no wick; ya candle\'s all burnt up!\' lol.

February 26th, 2024 09:10

Song of a siren
Thomas W Case said:

So powerful. Great work.

February 25th, 2024 16:49

Darkness Come
rhmn_7 said:

your poetry enlightens every darkness..

February 25th, 2024 09:11

Song of a siren
Cloie said:

Your poem dives deep into the tangled web of desire with such vivid imagery! It\'s like a rollercoaster of emotions and sensations. Keep weaving those words!

February 25th, 2024 05:13

Song of a siren
Teddy.15 said:

Sounds to me someone\'s blood is being drained, a gothic feel and magnificent imagery song of a siren indeed kudos. 🌹 🦇

February 25th, 2024 04:44

Darkness Come
orchidee said:

Can ya put a light on? I can\'t see a thing in the dark! lol.

February 24th, 2024 08:43

Sundial
Goldfinch60 said:

Good one soren, time is so timeless in our lives.

Andy

February 24th, 2024 02:41

Sundial
Bella Shepard said:

We can\'t control it, we can only watch as it passes. But we feel the need to constantly measure it. Incredible write my friend, each stanza a facet of that which we can never hold onto.

February 23rd, 2024 15:47

Sundial
orchidee said:

A fine write SB. Do sundials know when the clocks go back/forward?
I been struggling with this dang iron sundial, trying to put it back an hour, but it won\'t budge! lol.

February 23rd, 2024 06:45

Dungeon of time
Goldfinch60 said:

Wonderful emotive words soren.

Andy

February 23rd, 2024 02:46

Dungeon of time
Soman Ragavan said:

My comments on the poem \"Dungeon of time” by sorenbarrett
This is a compact poem of just eight lines, but packed with meanings that have to be distilled. Poetry is already a condensed form of writing that needs to be expanded, unpacked, paraphrased. Some poems are more condensed than others.

--“losses’ well” : the losses have their well, depths into which memories and stories sink. They are deep wells.
--\"memories are drawn…” : memories that are hidden or untold so far. They have to be brought alive again through the art of the poet.
--“spilled on dusty ground” : the memories are spilled on the ground, but they are not yet available for common mortals to see and understand.
--\"I am muddied…” : the poet is splashed with the dirt from the memories
--“splattered with its stain of pain…” : the memories have stains, and they are stains of pain and suffering.
--“its cleanliness gone…” : illusion is personified; it is given a life.
--“my clothed illusion bloodied…” : the illusion is not something that can be seen outright; it hides behind clothes. The illusion ends up being bloodied, not only shattered, but ends up tainted as well.
--“Under clear skies….” : under clear skies there are no rains, for rains need clouds from which they fall.
--“no clouds of forgetfulness’ rains…” : these are rains that come from forgetfulness.
--“that wash away emptiness’ grime…” : rains (that did not come) that have to power to wash away the dirt from emptiness. Emptiness has dirt that needs to be washed away.
--“rusting imprisoning chains…” : chains tie us down, jail us, but they fall in due course to corrosion and rust; in the final act of rusting, the chains fall apart and give liberation. The rusting process will lead to final liberation.
--“Locked in the dungeon of time…” : time is a dungeon that imprisons people. It is difficult to get out of a dungeon. It is even more difficult to get out of the dungeon of time. You get the feeling that you keep turning in circles. Life in a dungeon is morose, depressing. It wears you down. See the poem “The Prisoner of Chillon” by Gordon Byron (1788-1824). Soman Ragavan. 22 February, 2024.
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February 22nd, 2024 06:02

Wind in a jar
Goldfinch60 said:

Wonderful imagery and imagination soren, I am quite happy with what I have at present thank you.

Andy

February 22nd, 2024 02:26

Wind in a jar
Teddy.15 said:

Wow so original and so brilliant in imagery although I\'m hoping the wind in the jar is from the park 🤣 lol brilliant my dear sorenbarret 🌹

February 21st, 2024 09:52