I see the little-fingered pollyp,
green hovering in intersticial green
encapsulated and slipping
up the ages and vines,
sighing a promise for her mother,
to return when the flower fits the seed
Author notes
Dedicated to an aquaintance of mine who recently lost a child in the womb.
-and here i have the nerve to put words in a mouth; my appologies to those offended
Comments
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Beautifully written...evoking sadness and hope all in six short lines.
Great use of imagery.Love it. can't think of anything negative to write about it.
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Thank you.
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