Locked together within passion
in heated desire; twinge's of life
forming, grow rapidly.
Moonlight upon their souls
witnessed his creative flow
one egg splitting
in a dynamic second.
Her gift doubled in bounty!
Lust over-coming our parents
two babies struggle,
clinging to the wall.
Tiny spirits smiling, waiting
for the clock of conception
to chime; it's their time
to push, turn, kick
until delivery.
Author notes
This what I felt looking at picture prompt....
A contest entry
- Desolation or Consolation by Rheea.
1000 points, ended January 10, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I read this and was struck by it , I thought I had written my thoughts to it . you got lost in the colors . I love them too. It is earth art from the satellites you can goggle all are beautiful. You write is so free and warm I really love were you went with this.
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This is a great write!
Your imagery is wonderful...I love the last stanza!
Best wishes in the contest and always!
write on!
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don't know..
the pic..don't care..this write is outstanding..beautifully told..
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