LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
Werifesteria
he’s twelve now,
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
#motherhood
#childhood
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
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15 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
Werifesteria
he’s twelve now,
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
#motherhood
#childhood
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
170 reads
15 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
Werifesteria
he’s twelve now,
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
#motherhood
#childhood
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
170 reads
15 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
Werifesteria
he’s twelve now,
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
#motherhood
#childhood
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
170 reads
15 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 9:26am
29th Dec 2018 9:26am
the apparatus bird
sinecure alliance, a
diabolic formation
stagnated shaky fronts
more or full of hunched backs
clattering with poached skulls
inner agora peeling midnight rigours
in a gyrating udukkai- a rudrathaandav
haunted poramboke’s unblinking scarecrows
in vigilante-veiled soggy landmine fixations
laze in the pitched pigmented night fabrics
in a blackened festering ooze, a self-deluge
embattling the quirky decembrist cumberlands ...
diabolic formation
stagnated shaky fronts
more or full of hunched backs
clattering with poached skulls
inner agora peeling midnight rigours
in a gyrating udukkai- a rudrathaandav
haunted poramboke’s unblinking scarecrows
in vigilante-veiled soggy landmine fixations
laze in the pitched pigmented night fabrics
in a blackened festering ooze, a self-deluge
embattling the quirky decembrist cumberlands ...
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
#birds
#night
#dark
734 reads
10 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 9:26am
29th Dec 2018 9:26am
the apparatus bird
sinecure alliance, a
diabolic formation
stagnated shaky fronts
more or full of hunched backs
clattering with poached skulls
inner agora peeling midnight rigours
in a gyrating udukkai- a rudrathaandav
haunted poramboke’s unblinking scarecrows
in vigilante-veiled soggy landmine fixations
laze in the pitched pigmented night fabrics
in a blackened festering ooze, a self-deluge
embattling the quirky decembrist cumberlands ...
diabolic formation
stagnated shaky fronts
more or full of hunched backs
clattering with poached skulls
inner agora peeling midnight rigours
in a gyrating udukkai- a rudrathaandav
haunted poramboke’s unblinking scarecrows
in vigilante-veiled soggy landmine fixations
laze in the pitched pigmented night fabrics
in a blackened festering ooze, a self-deluge
embattling the quirky decembrist cumberlands ...
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
#birds
#night
#dark
734 reads
10 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 9:26am
29th Dec 2018 9:26am
the apparatus bird
sinecure alliance, a
diabolic formation
stagnated shaky fronts
more or full of hunched backs
clattering with poached skulls
inner agora peeling midnight rigours
in a gyrating udukkai- a rudrathaandav
haunted poramboke’s unblinking scarecrows
in vigilante-veiled soggy landmine fixations
laze in the pitched pigmented night fabrics
in a blackened festering ooze, a self-deluge
embattling the quirky decembrist cumberlands ...
diabolic formation
stagnated shaky fronts
more or full of hunched backs
clattering with poached skulls
inner agora peeling midnight rigours
in a gyrating udukkai- a rudrathaandav
haunted poramboke’s unblinking scarecrows
in vigilante-veiled soggy landmine fixations
laze in the pitched pigmented night fabrics
in a blackened festering ooze, a self-deluge
embattling the quirky decembrist cumberlands ...
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
#birds
#night
#dark
734 reads
10 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 9:26am
29th Dec 2018 9:26am
the apparatus bird
sinecure alliance, a
diabolic formation
stagnated shaky fronts
more or full of hunched backs
clattering with poached skulls
inner agora peeling midnight rigours
in a gyrating udukkai- a rudrathaandav
haunted poramboke’s unblinking scarecrows
in vigilante-veiled soggy landmine fixations
laze in the pitched pigmented night fabrics
in a blackened festering ooze, a self-deluge
embattling the quirky decembrist cumberlands ...
diabolic formation
stagnated shaky fronts
more or full of hunched backs
clattering with poached skulls
inner agora peeling midnight rigours
in a gyrating udukkai- a rudrathaandav
haunted poramboke’s unblinking scarecrows
in vigilante-veiled soggy landmine fixations
laze in the pitched pigmented night fabrics
in a blackened festering ooze, a self-deluge
embattling the quirky decembrist cumberlands ...
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
#birds
#night
#dark
734 reads
10 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 9:26am
29th Dec 2018 9:26am
the apparatus bird
sinecure alliance, a
diabolic formation
stagnated shaky fronts
more or full of hunched backs
clattering with poached skulls
inner agora peeling midnight rigours
in a gyrating udukkai- a rudrathaandav
haunted poramboke’s unblinking scarecrows
in vigilante-veiled soggy landmine fixations
laze in the pitched pigmented night fabrics
in a blackened festering ooze, a self-deluge
embattling the quirky decembrist cumberlands ...
diabolic formation
stagnated shaky fronts
more or full of hunched backs
clattering with poached skulls
inner agora peeling midnight rigours
in a gyrating udukkai- a rudrathaandav
haunted poramboke’s unblinking scarecrows
in vigilante-veiled soggy landmine fixations
laze in the pitched pigmented night fabrics
in a blackened festering ooze, a self-deluge
embattling the quirky decembrist cumberlands ...
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
#birds
#night
#dark
734 reads
10 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th Jul 2023 4:47am
18th Jul 2023 4:47am
My Oracle Sacred Rites Of The Placenta (Part I of Part II)
Unto life that has been given unto the womb, a sacred connection between the divine, intermission of growth and development from embryo to a fetus, to the deliverance of man child or woman child into the enlightenment from the mythical of passage from the Heavens to Earth, in exile from the darkness unto the light of Eve’s disobedience manifested by life and death.
I will ask level-minded intellects a question, what are the gifts we get from the universe, when we are without guidance, blind eyes as looking through the world with the innocent of a childlike’s perceptions.
...
I will ask level-minded intellects a question, what are the gifts we get from the universe, when we are without guidance, blind eyes as looking through the world with the innocent of a childlike’s perceptions.
...
#birth
#motherhood
#feminism #philosophical
#feminism #philosophical
420 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th Jul 2023 4:47am
18th Jul 2023 4:47am
My Oracle Sacred Rites Of The Placenta (Part I of Part II)
Unto life that has been given unto the womb, a sacred connection between the divine, intermission of growth and development from embryo to a fetus, to the deliverance of man child or woman child into the enlightenment from the mythical of passage from the Heavens to Earth, in exile from the darkness unto the light of Eve’s disobedience manifested by life and death.
I will ask level-minded intellects a question, what are the gifts we get from the universe, when we are without guidance, blind eyes as looking through the world with the innocent of a childlike’s perceptions.
...
I will ask level-minded intellects a question, what are the gifts we get from the universe, when we are without guidance, blind eyes as looking through the world with the innocent of a childlike’s perceptions.
...
#birth
#motherhood
#feminism #philosophical
#feminism #philosophical
420 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th Jul 2023 4:47am
18th Jul 2023 4:47am
My Oracle Sacred Rites Of The Placenta (Part I of Part II)
Unto life that has been given unto the womb, a sacred connection between the divine, intermission of growth and development from embryo to a fetus, to the deliverance of man child or woman child into the enlightenment from the mythical of passage from the Heavens to Earth, in exile from the darkness unto the light of Eve’s disobedience manifested by life and death.
I will ask level-minded intellects a question, what are the gifts we get from the universe, when we are without guidance, blind eyes as looking through the world with the innocent of a childlike’s perceptions.
...
I will ask level-minded intellects a question, what are the gifts we get from the universe, when we are without guidance, blind eyes as looking through the world with the innocent of a childlike’s perceptions.
...
#birth
#motherhood
#feminism #philosophical
#feminism #philosophical
420 reads
3 Comments
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