OF THE WOMB OF POETIC MIND

CATEGORY

life

In the wet cistern of mind so many words

Wobble and bobble while waiting to be

Poured out into overflowing eye-cups

And earing-saucers to be tasted and

Supped as flowing awareness into

Thirsty throats seeking to hydrate

Dry spirits into motivated souls:-

In an in depth likewise comparative analysis

Impregnated words in the womb of mind

Must also undergo poetic development

And the penning laboring pains before 

The breaking flow of that sweet birth

That enables the mother of mind

And self to echo ”It’s a poem!”:-

P.S.:  And as it is in all of life

         There will be miscarriages

         But life has always managed

         To ever be engaged in birthing

         And so will be the womb of mind:-