In the whisper of a moonlight stream I heard her sigh or so I thought,
in the rustle of a mottled deer in oak pine forests I heard her weep or thought I did,
or maybe laugh when flitting brightly over jagged rocks.
Upon the silver tides a figure fitting her description swam or maybe drowned or even vanished in the neon haze.
Earth mother,
birth mother, bosom to an infant chain,
whose layered womb pulses to infinity,
whose foetal spark aches
for her many sibling forms to coalesce or come to term
Shortlisted second place in monthly Creative Writing Ink contest December 2018
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Dear MyNAh_27 , 367th Weekly
Dear MyNAh_27 , 367th Weekly Poetry Contest I am glad your poem was a success Nature is what keeps man mentally forever. There are billions of stories that tell the life of man silently to nature, recording footprints as memories from birth to death in the lap of nature. .This poem is best written with subtle thoughts in the expression of a thought of something. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations
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