Lighting from a dry sky to the living eye, scrape marks left when we die
Letters fall in drops of words forming streams into puddles of nouns and verbs
Mirror reflections, what's left becomes right and what's right becomes wrong
In feather scratches on wooden pages dead thoughts are pushed along
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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- Published: August 23rd, 2025 03:22
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This piece is hauntingly lyrical and deeply evocative. Truly beautiful work!!!!
Thank you Salvia for your review of this poem and your kind words of encouragement they are most appreciated
Meloncholic tone.
Spicy melody.
wonderful creation !
Thank you so much for the read and kind words of support. The meaning is in the letters Hermes bringer of writing, history and the arts
Well said, soren.
Thank you Jerry your words are most appreciated
I'd like to say a legacy was born. 🌹
Thank you so much Teddy I appreciate your read and comment
Great, enjoyed the flow of this.
Thank you so much for your read and comment it is most appreciated
Good write SB.
Thank you Orchi appreciate it
The poem touches on themes of memory, mortality, and the fluidity of meaning. It suggests that as individuals navigate life, the way they articulate their experiences—through language—can alter perceptions of right and wrong, as well as reality itself. Your poem aims to provoke thought about the relationship between language, memory, and identity, encouraging readers to reflect on how they communicate their own experiences and perceptions.
Thank you Friendship I deeply appreciate your interpretation that adds depth and meaning. I like that my friend
That image of “letters fall in drops of words forming streams into puddles of nouns and verbs” caught me most. It’s vivid, almost tactile…language becoming liquid. Brilliant, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏
Thank you Tristan for you read and kind words of encouragement they are always most appreciated my friend
You are most welcome, Soren!
I guess in the end it’s all just words? Nice.
Words are the majority of what we have to communicate with and someone invented them way back when then someone else got the bright idea of putting them into letters. Thanks so much for the read and kind WORDS
This ripples with alchemy; lightning etching mortal traces, language liquefying into streams that both reveal and distort. What’s upright bends in the reflection, truth and falsehood trading places, while the delicate drag of a quill ferries the remnants of thought into the current, carrying them toward some unseen confluence.
Guess I read too many of those mystical books Cryptic. Oh well there is always a grain of truth where myth lies. Thanks so much for the read and understanding words of interpretation they are appreciated.
Very fine words soren.
Andy
Thank you Andy I appreciate your read and comment
I don't know how to explain that I really like it...so there it is.
Thank you Ninjagirl for your read and kind words of encouragement
Such exquisite ink my friend .. absolutely .. and not a drop of it wasted .. Neville
Thank you Neville for the review and words of support
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