Mystic Rose Rose Poet Rhyme

The Secret of Rebirth

Propellent syndromes rotating with energetic drum 
the winds of time begin to churn your soul begins to hum;  
Through the portal of time you go regressing, progressing 
forever moving forwards, you are a tiny little string;  
Dangling at the edge of time, waiting for the big rebirth 
with the sun, moon and stars hung around your girth,  
you slowly decline at the doorway of heaven's nook 
and enter mothers womb as she delivers you with shook; 
Ferris wheel cries cracking the silence of dusks headdress 
the dawn is a blush of bruises but the eyes, oh!  the eyes 
they are two luminous stars of love, here is no surprise 
the old soul has done it again, thundering back in, mortal 
as you once were.  Immune to taste, sight, and smell,  
a propelling syndrome rotating with energetic drum,  
the winds of time has brought you back, now hum. 

June 7, 2021

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Delice Arleen Skelly July 7, 2021 at 10:21 PM I like how you have captured the old souls rebirth..very, very nice..Delice

Rama Balasubramanian July 7, 2021 at 7:41 AM Interesting write. As an Indian I believe in rebirth. Painting superb. You painted?

Victor Buhagiar July 7, 2021 at 5:35 AM Quite a deep poem. Loved the image of the Ferris wheel. Since time has brought us back, must we dance to its tune? Hugs.