Birth

I have drank the poisonous drug of life that leads to illumination in the stars

Tasted it bitter and sweet, hallucinated on its illusions, heard its music in barres

Dirges played on the heart beat of waves, requiems in the breathing of the wind

A siren's whispers leading to graves, dreams where a cast of the dice sinned

Resurrection of ashes, flesh to dust, from a garden cast into a mortal world

Break one's teeth on pain, digest death, from vomit's bitterness eternity unfurled

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You bring ordinary things to such life with your poetry. The last line should be in the poet's hall of fame.
I wish I had thought of that line.
Always a joy to read your work, Soren.
j.

[Soren]

You are too kind my friend and your visits are the height of the day. Thank you for your support and kindness