Reincanate

Winging ‘cross the vast divide

Betwixt this world and empyrean

The journey to life aeonian

Delusive priests to me belied

‘Bout what is on the other side

For at the end of my requiem

No Hades or Elysium

Worries and fears they did subside

When passing through the open door

Remembrance naught but albatross

Bringing back the former pain

No future, present, or before

No ecstasy or sense of loss

When one is truly born again

Reviews

[Corset]

This is wonderful, three new words I have learned for paradise, and when I was on that precipice no pain or sorrow, no joy nor hunger, nor happiness, remembering nothing of burden. Then..we did not die, and were not born again, we merely changed form. How brilliant you are, I've missed your poetry, missed reviewing your poetry. It always offers ...something...more.

[icaros13]

I was inspired by "Cairn". I had never attempted an Italian sonnet to I thought I'd give it a try. Thank you for the kind words.

[icaros13]

*so*.......

[Corset]

my pleasure, hope you stay inspired :)

[Emily B]

i have been born too many times now, but there is nothing to do but be born again until i get it right. i ked your word choice and rhythm