Impregnated by the essence of you,
My soul nourishes your existence.
Months of gestation, I await your due.
You grow, inside, drenched in magnificence.
Outside, my vessel goes from day to day,
Drowning in the desire to bring you here.
A labored sigh from down deep leads the way
As your spirit pushes aside the fear.
A night of agony and sleepless slumber,
Bearing down to bring you into this life,
I cast away those thoughts that encumber
And pull you from my subsistence of strife.
From mortal breath to my hand you are born.
A spirit to words, a song in the morn.
A wonderful descriptive write
Peter
A very masterfully crafted and exemplary write ... terrific!!
Best wishes,
Robert
This is one good metaphoric write. I like the way you describe how you come upon your poems. Good job!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Love from India - Joel -
Pat
Hank
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."
Wonderful job. You said it just as it is. Honestly. I loved it.
Looking forward to reading more of your work.
Thanks for your encouraging words about My Unusual Experiences With Spirits story. It is really a story from a book that I have written by that title, I just have published it yet.
Keep up your great work.
Sorry I took so long to acknowledge your review of my work.
Blessings,
Judith
Well done! The Agony and the Ecstacy are almost felt - BUT - you also left us all in suspense ????
Was it a Boy, or a Girl ??? Tom.
"A spirit to words,
a song in the morn"
Eileen
Felix