Although I am way beyond child-bearing,
I till soil in preparation for babies’ pursed lips
as much as if I was enriching a womb
and filling breasts with sweet milk
to appease a wailing hunger.
The breezes speak to me in like ancient voices,
that spoke when time was nigh to knead
a high-bowled belly until it spilled supplication
uttered by baby’s rosebud first breath.
This is my offering to the world;
a poem, wailing!
Author notes
Prompt - breathe again
A contest entry
- breathe again... by Randomly Beautiful.
300 points, ended September 16, 2008, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Beautiful words you have written here. Thank you.
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ty, faithbound, for your comments and for the silver.
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C
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ty...hey....is dat superman????
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He's a friend of mine who plays pro football here in Australia 
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Both the pic and the write warm me in those quiet places where my meditations are clearest. This is so beautiful, so touching that it almost makes me ache Carol . . .
peace,
Marc
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ty, my dear friend. You never fail to make me humble ...in knowing that my offering has touched you!.
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