New life,
love,
a song.
a breathing entity
in its infancy.
The loving sweeping grace
and poetic nature instilled upon it,
breathtaking.
Simple sweeping arms,
soft,
velvet,
loving in all forms
cooing life upon it.
Gaia smiling
at its unwritten grace
in living soul
with untouched beauty,
it lays.
Pure.
Dreaming simple,
elegant,
thoughts.
Uncontrolled.
Lying,
nestled
between her bosoms,
gently sighing.
Born.
A contest entry
- Winklings # 175 for Winklers and AP friends. by Lyndon.
1750 points, ended April 28, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Flows beautifully!
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Elegantly euphonious
and gently presented in short-lined free verse.
The expressions of visual action are suited to the softness of the newly born child.
[Note: its unwritten grace.]
I enjoyed the grace of your poem.
Lyndon of the Winklings.
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I liked this poem..sweet and simple
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wow this is stunning so sweet and soft like the child you described so well ..truly poetic write
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