The first stirrings
yes a touch
ever so slight
but there, nevertheless.
A squirm
a glimmer
a moment
of conception.
Then the wait
endless it seems
but you know
fruition will come.
And it does
with pain
anguish
agony it seems,
But come it does
kicking, writhing
screaming
into the world
And then.....
release,
pleasure
as I gaze fondly....
at my new poem...
The offspring of my soul.
1 comment:
This particular poem is amazing! So much thought went into it. All of your poems are great, but so far, this is my favorite!
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