Circles of the invisible

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

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Soren]

Thanks Coyote for the read and comment. Yes questions we all ask if we are thinking and not just goint through the motions. Your words are appreciated

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poetry my friend and you are welcome.

[Soren]

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

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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.

[Soren]

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

[Marie]

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...

[Soren]

A hearty thank you for seeing through this piece and understanding its meaning. Your readings and comments are always most welcome and highly anticipated

[Marie]

You are always most welcome, dear Soren and I am ever grateful for the opportunity to read your amazing works of art. Thank you for sharing...