Chase not forbidden butterflies
linger not in the icy stream of old love
loves that fled in the dawning of light
the vision is impaired and yet rhythmic
coming back to today, to tomorrow
unborn children dance across these pages
with the beat of a well written play
thump, thump, thumping their limbs
of green youth against the pulse of my heart
And my sorrows lie face to face on the
pen and paper journal seeming shallow
within a soul that has forever changed
within a woman quickly becoming new
If this is a baby poem, then most other poetry that I read must be pre-birth. Christina this poem is beautiful! Love, Mom
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{{{ Chris }}} Lovely!
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Comment from deabvt - 9/11/04 3:59 AM
this one makes me feel sad, but yet...hopful. very lovely. :)
Comment from babyshark28 - 9/8/04 11:01 PM
Thank you...it's still a baby poem. I just wrote it.
Comment from ckays1967 - 8/11/04 8:00 PM
Oh, wow. This is deeply moving.
Comment from sistercdr - 8/11/04 7:39 PM
Oh,if we could all, finally, say No! to the demons.
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within a woman quickly becoming new
Hugs,
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This was originally posted in my other poetry journal August 11, 2004. When I saw it today it caught my breath and spoke to me; more so today than when I wrote it over a year ago. My old self must have written it for my today self.
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