Belly full, empty soul swallowed rocks that take their toll
Thoughts roll across the floor, dust balls drifting under the gap of the door
They'll be seen no more, cobwebs and lint spark on floors of flint
From dark a glint, an ember's flame, riding a zephyr of hidden blame
Tis a shame that what once coexisted now in rhyme is twisted
Resisted west winds that blow, I never wanted the truth to know
Came the snow, winter fell upon green leaves a dry harvest of empty sheaves
A hollow bag grieves where it believes the images of a mirror that deceives
A weaver weaves from discarded straw a pattern that no mind can draw
There it saw shattered dreams a looking glass of splintered gleams
And so it seems that in the fright of a starving, broken night
Satiety took winds cold flight and left behind an ax to grind
A rose cut and spined, rootless pined once confined
Now lays enshrined through glass blind to the poisoned vine entwined
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This is very well constructed.Rhymes in different places in the text is refreshing mii amigo.Makes it enjoyable to read. It takes the reade on a wild journey from a full belly and an empty soul to a rose cut and spined.It is a complex poem.I really enjoyed reading well done.
Thank you David for your read this is a rather personal piece that I really don't expect anyone to interpret but each may take it as they will. I appreciate your read and time my friend.
From a belly full to an empty soul thats quite a journey for someone to take, reads like memories sparked from images in an old photo album, very nicely written
Thank you Tobani You are very close on this one and I never intended anyone to unravel it. It is quite personal so it would be difficult for one to understand. I appreciate your review and interpretation that is closer than I thought anyone would understand.
You are very welcome
It's like reading the social history of an agrarian life, the darker side, that is. A personal experience and perhaps recalling the words of the father/grandfather's generation; history and the present melding together reliving the pains, regrets, loss and sorrows of a life lived and one's desire to have, who ever will listen to, accept this. I always enjoy your poems, very much so but this one is outstanding. Very well done, Soren, accolades galore.
All the very best to you,
Tony.
Tony such a pleasure to have your read it. This poem is most personal so I never intended anyone to really understand it in depth. Yet since I believe in everyone putting their own personal interpretations into poems I decided to post it. Your visits are always an honor being from whom I consider one of the better poets on this site. I am anxiously awaiting your next write. Thank you so much for your review and most kind words.
Each line of this poem makes you think in a totally different way..
A totally different feeling, a different aspect of life.
Has to be the most thought provoking write I have ever seen..
Stunning pice
You are too kind my friend and your generous words are most appreciated. Have a marvelous day
This stream of consciousness flows brilliantly from beginning to end, as carries us along upon each ripple of reflection. Loved it!
Thank you Bella I deeply appreciate you reading this peace and yes not exactly a stream of consciousness but a stream of free streaming emotions put to words. I am anxiously awaiting your next poem
Soren…this one reads like a haunted descent—layered with ache, hunger, and glimpses of fractured light. 😔 The images cut sharp, but it’s the rhythm beneath it all that kept me swaying with each stanza. That final rose? Rootless, spined, and enshrined—it lingers. Well crafted, my friend. 🌹👏 A fave!
Thank you Tristan for your read and kind words of encouragement they give new life to tired bones.
You are most welcome, my dear friend!
What goes around comes around, and we all pay for out transgressions eventually. The world is full of enough blame to go around.
Loved the rhyming. Always ending with a rose is good idea. S3 L4 is a warning to us all. - Phil A.
Thank you Phil for your review and encouraging suggestions they are always most welcome and appreciated.
Fine words soren but new life will come from all that you have written about.
Andy
Thank you for your kind words Andy they are appreciated
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