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In The Waiting Womb Thereof

(Apropos Of Poetic Onement)

 

Thanks for being here with me

in the waiting time of the birthing 

flow from the poetic womb thereof:

 

We mind-pregnant poets have all experienced

that spacing time reality of which poets must be,

in waiting for the waiting poetic womb to give birth:-

 

At times, we’re forced to realize that we, too, must be,

and become as was Shara, waiting God’s timing of poetic

pregnancy and mental water breaking delivery of the crying word:-

 

In doing so, we sometimes just stand while waiting on the word;

or walk around or just sit, while waiting on the word’s water to break;

and sometimes, we just lie down, and feel it pushing to break free:- 

 

My fellow poets, be not in poetic dismay; rather, be in the awareness

that in the waiting, we are where we are, as yesterday was where

we were so that tomorrow will be where we are willed to deliver:-

 

Know that the graceful beauty

of our cisterned mind’s womb is in

the guided wisdom that is poured out.

 

As in nature, so it is with us: poetic words are not born ripe,

and ready, but like all else, they are born to become so in their

own time, and when their water breaks, nothing can abort the flow:-

 

Thanks, I’ll soon be there with you,

and the birthing of the echoing words

from the waiting womb of yours thereof:-


 

In The Waiting Womb Thereof

In The Waiting Womb Thereof
(Apropos Of Poetic Onement)

Thanks for being here with me
in the waiting time of the birthing 
flow from the poetic womb thereof:

We mind-pregnant poets have all experienced
that spacing time reality of which poets must be
in waiting for the waiting poetic womb to give birth:-

At times, we’re forced to realize that we, too, must be,
and become as was Shara, waiting God’s timing of poetic
pregnancy and mental water breaking delivery of the crying word:-

In doing so, we sometimes just stand while waiting on the word;
or walk around or just sit, while waiting on the word’s water to break;
and sometimes, we just lay down, and feel it pushing to freely break out:- 

My fellow poets, be not in poetic dismay; rather, be in the awareness
that in the waiting, we are where we are, as yesterday was where
we were so that tomorrow will be where we are willed to deliver:-

Know that the graceful beauty
of our cisterned mind’s womb is in
the guided wisdom that is poured out.

As in nature, so it is with us: poetic words are not born ripe,
and ready, but like all else, they are born to become so in their
own time, and when their water breaks, nothing can abort the flow:-

Thanks, I’ll soon be there with you,
and the birthing of the echoing words
from the waiting womb of yours thereof:-
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