As I dwell in my stimulating world
filled with motion, sound and vibration,
and I prick up my tiny foetal ears
to assemble each garbled aberration
I react to my mother’s gentle voice
reposing to her constant whooshing blood,
I’m soothed by her systematic heartbeat
nurtured like a tender flower bud
Sweet music brings a pleasure to my soul
the muffled strains I hear are sure and rife,
for its rhythm rocks the fundus of my heart
to me these are the vital sounds of life.
These audibles I gather and embrace
the womb can be a very noisy place.
A contest entry
- Sounds of Life by crivanea.
400 points, ended July 9, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is Great
Gosh, I wish I could write a sonnet. Great imagery... just like being there. An enjoyable read with a twist!
Howard


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I expected a person to write about a baby..and I'm glad you did it with such beauty..wonderful sonnet!..beautiful flow and a wonderful take on the prompt..great imagery..


