This "poem" was inspired by yet another poetry challenge from Lena Kovadlo. She has been doing this on Facebook for a while now. The required words were these: Heartbeat touch love voice blanket sleep song child...
Lullaby
As she cuddles her child
In a blanket of love
A mother’s tender touch
Lulls her child to sleep
In the gentle voice
Of her song to the rhythm
Of her heartbeat
WHOOOO...! I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS PIECE; PICTURE AND PHRASES COMPLIMENT EACH OTHER PERFECTLY. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
absoltely beautiful, Regis. So thrilled to read you again. I just started posting again after 18months of self-imposed seclusion. Sometimes we just have to let it all go to go forward.
As I read this poem I found myself remembering the many babies I have taken care of over the years. I've never been a mother but I've rocked many to sleep and dreamt of what it must be like to have had my own. Thank you for bringing it back in such a beautiful way.
There you have it! The baby was right next to that mother's heart for nine months already. It is a familiar comforting sound. This is suitable for framing!
Since I hate challenges, better you than me. ;-) As I read your lullaby, I kept trying to change a couple of words. And then, I remembered that your master poetry controller made you use certain words (I didn't look them back up) in your poem, taking all the fun out of it altogether. ;-)
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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Bobbi
Beautiful poetry!
Peace love and light
Amber
Rebecca
~W~
Lovely her song to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
Gentle verses.
Lady Mary Ann
Always,
Deborah
I so miss poetry challenges! I've not seen a challenge in the better part of a decade! Sigh
one that deserves much cuddling,
angel of God, enjoy your sweet sleep!
Love ya!
Jane
Ron