Birth of a dream

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 n*****s of thought

Here's a poem begot

Author's Note

ren- the name by which the gods know the individual's soul

Reviews

[Dave W.]

I did not know what Ren was thank you for that. Don't you just love all the things that inspire this art. Thank you for sharing.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read my friend and yes heightened awarness is a benefit.