baby's hands
with autumn leaves
climbing mother's flaking shirt
until sun's almost as moon
and pattern is one with washed cloth
of home not too late for tactile thrill
of tugging peasant limberness
for nest without slipping
in polyester spray over the wind's taste
buttressed hazily then back to nature,
woman past breastfeeding seasons shine ~
is yet in it on other side of her world with womb
lurking as uterus equator
or clock of all as still rotating helping a little one
toddler child rezoned for tropical pulled benefit
as pregnancy in sunshine before twilight
and wet hands on belly garment towards eating
is as rain upon trunk prior to fruit
saturated not for tear
but puffing as cotton blink
one to other okay quick
involvements not isolated
allowing habits signature
to finger way of sapling
without compressing but stretching through moisture for tongue or gate
A contest entry
- Fully by Mari Goes.
1300 points, ended November 22, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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This is definitely different. Very abstract, random and yet there's a skill to how you actually give it a perception of coherence, which in its way, gives it meaning, though I must admit the second stanza is quite enigmatic for me . But it must take a great amount of work to formulate these thoughts, and to stick to that style.
Thanks for bringing up your thoughts
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