Birth Of A Poem Poem by soren Barrett
Birth Of A Poem
The smell of pain, taste of a sunbeam
color of rain, sound of a dream
echoes of rhyme cut shards of time
Can you touch a bell's chime?
When a yolk becomes the sun
infinity to zero power becomes one
Poetry's power senses no fences
Born from mind's womb, words lost in menses
bloody deliverance of Egyptian ren
Drops fall from a bleeding pen
Conceived to nurse on the nipples of thought
Here's a poem begot
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8/29/2026 11:09:38 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Good one, " Poetry's power senses no fences " true, dear poet.