Circles of the invisible

Circles of the invisible

A Poem by Soren

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

© 2024 Soren


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You asked many question Soren. I asked myself daily. Does my life have purpose? Do my words have any value? Birth and death. Maybe all of us, our pen will dried up and we will give up? Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Soren

4 Weeks Ago

Thanks Coyote for the read and comment. Yes questions we all ask if we are thinking and not just goi.. read more
Coyote Poetry

4 Weeks Ago

I enjoyed the poetry my friend and you are welcome.
Thank you so much Jacob you got it indeed that is the message as well as the ink becomes invisible as we are forgotten. I always appreciate your visits

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


yes, we are dead before we are born...and then we die again once our life is lived...it is that circle isn't it?
And the in-between is what poets write about...that journey from the beginning to the end...
maybe when the ink becomes invisible and the writing falters...it is a sign...
time for us to non-exist as the flesh becomes just a flash in the memory.
j.

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Soren

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much Jacob you got it indeed that is the message as well as the ink becomes invisible a.. read more
The story in between our arrival and our departure is exquisitely captured in this amazing poem, dear Soren. It is so true, we are born dying as life and death are born at the same time, twins and we live our life hand in hand with it.
The wold water of delivery certainly wakes us up. It is a harsh awakening to a world which will be even more harsh in the years to come.
The final verse in the poem is a resplendent gem!
Energy changes from what was to what is and will return again in time to come as another person, a soul wrapped in a blanket of flesh, to live another lifetime.
A deep, thought provoking write, dear Soren. I so enjoyed reading and thank you for sharing, dear friend...

Posted 1 Month Ago


Soren

1 Month Ago

A hearty thank you for seeing through this piece and understanding its meaning. Your readings and co.. read more
Marie

4 Weeks Ago

You are always most welcome, dear Soren and I am ever grateful for the opportunity to read your amaz.. read more

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Added on October 5, 2024
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