Ax of division

 Mighty swing old unions part, rings of time in splinters lie

Chips will a fire start, old life in ash to die

Head of steel body wood, its kindred brother tears

Wounds misunderstood, that no prayer of air impairs

Soil that root had nursed became a shiny head

In its child's flesh immersed, renders fuel from the dead

Tooth cold and hard, parts clasping hands with tongue of steel

In deaf disregard delivers cracks father time can not heal

Reviews

[Martiya Daman]

Your poem beautifully captures the cycle of life and decay, blending nature and industry with vivid imagery. A thought-provoking and poignant piece. Well done Soren!

[Soren]

Thank you Martina for your most kind review it is deeply appreciated.

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. Great theme.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Thomas I appreciate it

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i know i say this every time, but im impressed how consistently you can produce high quality work. like the poem i reviewed yesterday, vivid imagery with grim themes that produce visceral reactions in the reader.
'Tooth cold and hard, parts clasping hands with tongue of steel'
your writng can be gruesome, but it never feels exploitational. there is always tone, meanings, and message in every line. there is a lot to unpack here. the inherent cruelty of life. the way peverse ideologies can compound our misery. it is riveting stuff.

[Soren]

Ern your words are motivational and your eye discerning with such a sensitive spirit your are a natural poet and need to write more of your own work.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

im working on a novel right now. i might post it here, although dont worry if you cant find the time for it. once im done editing, i'll return to posting more work. cheers mate.

[Soren]

If you post it I'll find to read it even if piece by piece