Ivf 1

IVF Times without number That’s as far as one could remember Or better still conjecture At this end of this ocean we stood, at the edge Aghast at the tardiness of virility Invisible except for its vivid physiognomy That swirled and rolled and spent itself In a recurring recuperation of empathy Till rains agoraphobic arrived As a successful ‘in vitro’ in the glass sky A sodden blast of breeze scattering a mound of leaves Breathing into the fertile insides Slick in fermentation Sticking to sticky bloodied life. 9 Mar 13 S.Jagathsimhan Nair Entry for Rick Parise's contest For PD's 'Freeverse contest' now on 13 mar 13