In her stomach the baby would kick
to keep the beating of her heart.
There was no pill to flush him out.
The stomach, above her waist was filled,
with flesh to the brim and spirit anew.
They together are one.
What kindred spirits feel flesh can’t conceive -
this now I know.
Does he share with you a dream?
Prophetic is the blank canvas, open
to the picture of the evergreen pastures.
Still it beats, still he breathes, with such ease –
resting unassured of tomorrow,
habituate in the sanctum of the womb.
And you carry on…
Back heavy with burden,
hands worn from the toil of deceit;
yet not once a second thought.
Still I follow, blind,
in the shadow of your stride; your chest up,
face painted like a reflection of the happiness we knew,
bold, stronger than yesterday;
prepared for tomorrow,
welcome to the task that is to come.
- Author: Caleb.A ( Offline)
- Published: February 7th, 2019 11:28
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments12
A fine write.
Thank you my friend.
Good write Caleb.
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Really enjoyed this thank you
Glad you enjoyed my friend.
another intriguing poem.. each stanza consisting of three lines and look good on the page.. you lost me once or twice but I think I got back on track .. Neville
Thank you my friend, I greatly appreciate your feedback.
I find comfort in this write.
I'm glad it served its purpose.
Great!
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Expression, metre and pace make this tale of pre-birth a special read Caleb.
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This is cool, good job
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Very good like it don't stop very deep
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Welcome😊
This is pretty good.
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great words.
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Your Imagery is very vivid here...You can definitely write brutha, and I can see hyour work getting more and more intense as you develop your skill...the onlhy way to develop it is to never hold back a single word or thought..I never do..i have written a few things that I read back on and even shocked myself at how vividly it was depicted..anyway..keep em coming
Thank you very much my friend, you are most definitely right! Keep your pen in the clasp of your writers hand!
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