Buried inside me, I feel you stir as a growing foetus
that kicks and gurgles, blowing through an umbilical cord
of sweat and love.
There is some great design that stands monumental,
immersed throughout our human threads,
frozen blood music like snowflakes.
Immersed throughout the cosmos like a piercing love intention.
And the great soul expands as stars breathe,
as an infinitude of shiny breaths giving life
that is endless in all directions.
And the waste that humans make hangs
like dusty corners in rooms of retreat and torture:
Outside the sun glows gloriously,
awaiting our turned faces to catch the warming glow
of gratitude and told-you- so’s…
1 comment:
hey kingsley - thanks for the comment on my poetry site, you're the first person to leave one! anyway, i clicked on your name and discovered your wide array of blogs. was happy to see this poetry one as well - seems as though you're not the only using the blogging world as a means of expression ;)
by the way, i like this particularly like this poem ...
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