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Journey
She has been sitting on that egg
all morning and
won’t leave soon.
The river beneath her glides
gently, crystal music for a
thinly cased unconscious mind; a
rock lullaby.
She straddles the egg and fights
for its life. Pond snails and bullet
ants collide and form blood thirsty
armies only to be met by her
alcohol spit. Soon they will be
found by curious Biology majors
who hate cigarettes.
She sends two prayers:
One for the river who carries her
on and the one for her child who (she
knows) will never be born.
all morning and
won’t leave soon.
The river beneath her glides
gently, crystal music for a
thinly cased unconscious mind; a
rock lullaby.
She straddles the egg and fights
for its life. Pond snails and bullet
ants collide and form blood thirsty
armies only to be met by her
alcohol spit. Soon they will be
found by curious Biology majors
who hate cigarettes.
She sends two prayers:
One for the river who carries her
on and the one for her child who (she
knows) will never be born.
Published 2nd Apr 2010
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Anonymous
3rd Apr 2010 4:25am
really speaks so much to me, the sense of futility you capture here is so tangible,the last stanza is classy, simple yet so evocative, really a fine piece of work that mirrors the inane inevitability of life without trimmings.
4th Apr 2010 10:15pm
11th Dec 2013 10:31pm
The child that will never be born... This poem is beautiful because it makes me appreciate my offspring, makes me want to conjure the motherly tendencies that females are created with and expand them so others can see the beauty of it all.. like you have done in this poem. I'm thankful. Great poetry. Appreciate all life.
