In my odyssey, I have seen the heights of heaven,
where I lived as a god,
and the very halls of hell,
where I suffered the pains of the damned.
With my tears, of joy and pain, I have filled the sea,
and in its depths, been baptized and set free.
There, I atoned for my own sins
and have become reborn.
I have dipped deep from that well,
and drawn up all that was there,
leaving it dry.
It is with those tears that I write.
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: April 30th, 2023 16:57
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Comments4
The well you dipped also left you w a landmark to guide
Thank you for the review and comment
I can't quite put my finger on this, Soren (which is probably OK as I think I would get badly burnt if I did).
Its's a muscular piece of poetry, but more of a roar than a write.
Thanks Dave I appreciate the comment. In tribute to the last day or poetry month I thought that I would mention the fuel of poem writing, tears (joy or pain)
(If only Orpheus never looked back
his life's Eurydice of tears
would never have graced posterity
as his poetry of aching, ink)
just like you, my wise friend
and most cherished Poet
stay strong!
Thanks L.B. it is the look back that either brings a majestic view or disaster. Thank you so much for your review and kind remarks.
Fine words soren, may your life become full of love.
Andy
Thank you Gold for your kind words. A bright and wonderful day to you
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