ForkWordPoems by Inchiki |
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Poem of the EmbryoCaverned in this small reddish room I wish I didn’t have to leave. I curve my back, and press it to the door Where I once, some other time, Came in – it’s closed now, but waits awhile – And the walls seem closer every day Do you think, will I ever be here again? I address it to my Mother, she’s warm She’s all around me now, her thoughts, Her feelings flush and pulse through me as well. Most intimately I share her blood, It flows through her big heart and mine. The time is come; paroxysm of pain. The walls, my friends till now, crush in. Her slender chord seems now an anchor, And I’m flushed into another day upon That other world, where people rush And have forgot their time alone in warmth. She is here too, but alas! Not so warm now. from Schrijftblok, 1998 |
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