Borne

by Narph   Nov 20, 2014


Daughters and sons
(sons and daughters)
many the weight of

imagined lovers, hand to
the stomach, the skin
and the brilliance
daughters and sons

(sons and daughters) grown
down from the navel grown
down through the folds
the muscle and fat

the crescents of rolls.
children and namesakes
(namesakes and life)
swept into the rings
(the billowing skies)
children with futures

futures like twigs.
sons and daughters (grown
upwards and full) are
green leafing branches

historic young molds.
i contain everything
the worlds and the eyes

daughters and sons
(namesakes or features)
a smothering softness
for billowing lives.

*Channeling e.e. cummings back in 2011
THANK YOU to Everlasting for including this entire poem in your original comment... I was able to refind it by reading your comment. :)

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  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This is a very well written and clever piece. Enjoyed.

  • 10 years ago

    by Everlasting

    I was about to say, I remember this one.. I think this one is the one where I was a jerk to you in a Pm. Yup, the memories are coming back. Or was it the one about hmm what was it about? You wrote a poem to a friend of yours, I think it was about purple hair? The poem was short. Nop, after all, I think the memories are not coming back.

    I'm glad I used to copy the poems in my comments. I lost that habit. I miss it. It may be time to go back to it.

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