Birth of a poem

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 nipples of thought

Here's a poem begot