In the comforting strain
of a pregnant woman,
the tiny body rapidly fertilized,
has a docile world,
revolves around his pretties,
thought of an equation,
straw that divides, doubles
crack in a river
makes the sea overflows.
It's hard to move,
sleeping, eating and working,
but above all
think of strenuous,
a chalice of knowing,
who has in his kindness,
a life time.
Nine months are too long
for redemption
in any form or degree of pleasure,
if ever there was.
A God
wild and biased
blinded with jealously
seeks to offset,
but the man
for the fragile and wild happiness,
What can redeem?
Author notes
~spiritualangel~
Prompt: 6. Write something that fits this photo.
http://media.photobucket.com/image/pregnancy/MsCharlotte_1984/pregnancy-1.jpg?o=2
A contest entry
- Crazy Random Happinstance by peregrin.
1000 points, ended December 7, 2008, 24 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Nine months are too long
for redemption
in any form or degree of pleasure,
if ever there was.
That is too long for redemption.
Great write...
Thanks for entering my contest.
=)
Gwen
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