Cordon Bittner Poet Prose Poetry

7 Months of Touch Hunger

My grandson fingers his brain

He sings and listens to it but mainly clings
He prods and jabs it

His thoughts are drawn to where he is pointing
They desire his touch
And triumph with each poke and squeeze
But are ever needful of attention

His finger padded larvae crawl up
A new days branches
Until a butterfly of insight emerges
And alights upon an eager nidus of neurons

Hurry to wiggle the air, the hair
That cascades from his mother's head
The casing for another beautiful brain
that duly desires his grabbing and twisting

Insistent kneading for them both
To have their daily bread of love.

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Cordon Bittner March 19, 2015 at 2:23 PM Thank you, Anna. Now he's doing "so big" and rubbing his fingers across the plastic tray on the high chair to hear the squeaky noise it makes. Great fun. Proud! Who me? Cordon

Anna Hopper March 19, 2015 at 2:05 PM Very clever write! I enjoyed it!

Poet Destroyer A March 17, 2015 at 10:05 PM Cordon, A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy 2015, with New Poet Friends @-> LINDA <-@

Skat A March 14, 2015 at 7:35 PM Cordon, Stopping by with a nice, sweet Welcome to Poetry Soup. I will get much delight in reading and in time become familiar with your verse. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT

Kp Nunez March 12, 2015 at 6:45 PM Very unique, Cordon. I must admit I had to read it twice and only after I have read your supposed reply to Eve this it finally dawn on me that yes, the verses certainly is that for the 7-month old baby's tactile explorations! Very clever. A 7! Welcome to PoetrySoup! You'll find friendly and talented people here, and beautiful souls to boot! HUgs! :)

Cordon Bittner March 11, 2015 at 8:51 AM Thank you for your comments. My now almost 8 month old first and only grandchild is not special needs however he has the same urges to make the most use of his brain possible. It has been delightful watching him discover how useful fingers, hands, and arms can be. Cordon

Eve Roper March 10, 2015 at 11:13 PM Is this a poem of a special needs child. I love the way you have put a flow through your poem.