Below is the poem entitled Interim which was written by poet
Dillard. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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This fertile womb lies still in wait.
Void of motion, sound and love;
A lonesome space of plaster and brick.
Worn carpets and marked walls
That surround this shell,
Are signs of seed now grown and gone.
This cell has served a family well.
More fruit within this void shall swell.