Circles of the invisible

sorenbarrett

Born dying, we race back to where we come
Pain is but a moment, life but a flash
Before birth we existed numb
A dive into death's pool just a splash

Cold water of delivery
From the womb of time fallen
naked terrestrial shivery
of nature's plant a pollen

Fragrance erased by wind
tasted by the bees
Sweet smell of those that sinned
shadowed by negatives of trees

Steam raising from a pot
condenses to fall again
transformed from what is naught
invisible ink from a dried up pen

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 5th, 2024 05:05
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  • Neville


    at first glance I couldn't see where you were going ..
    but having gone around again, it was as clear as the nose on my face ..

    • sorenbarrett

      Yea I know what you mean I can't see my nose most of the time. Thanks Neville

    • David Wakeling

      This is quite a journey filled with amazing imagery. Very pleasant to read.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks David your read and comments are most appreciated. A wonderful day to you

      • orchidee

        Good write SB.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thanks Orchi appreciate it

        • 2781

          Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks for the review and pertinant interpretation

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Excellent write. Indeed we are all born dying and the race back does being! Amazingly deep and profound write!!! From the first line to the last, brilliant!

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you so much Tristan for the read and most generous words of encouragement they are deeply appreciated

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                You are most welcome Soren! Glad to be connected to you and your work! 👏

              • Dan Williams

                The idea of "negatives of trees" terrifies me. Especially when described by "invisible ink from a dried-up pen" So nice.

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thanks Dan I appreciate your read and comments. Thinking of a dark forest what could be darker than a negative. As for invisible ink all of our poems become invisible as they are forgotten.

                • Goldfinch60

                  You ae right soren, being on this earth is just a flash in the pan of our existence.

                  Andy

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thank you Andy yes it all goes fast and before you know it, it is over. Thanks so much for the read and comment friend



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