The fruit of a new generation,
Who is neither me, nor you.
Lurks within the glassy walls,
Of neither flesh, nor womb.
A fetus not of the tender world,
But conceived in lustful pride.
Fabricated nightmares clad in dream,
Behold, the test tube child.
A contest entry
- Pic Inspired by Tattboyspet.
425 points, ended April 14, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
My take on genetic engineering...
Comments
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wow this is really interesting, it definitely held my attention because i couldnt really think of where you could be taking this, but the ending was a surprise and a very interesting concept. this was a great write and your flow is very good also! and also, thanks heaps for your comment on my poem, i really appreciate it, sorry the return is so late!
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Hm... I like what you have woven here... Very interesting. Though I think it could use a little more thought, I like what you have.
if that makes any sense. Anyways, your words are nicely planned, and I like your descriptions.
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conceieved is spelt conceived
other than that this was a really interesting read - thank you for your entry
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Thanks
Thankyou so much for your feedback :-)
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