De Waal Venter Poet Free verse

My Birth

Dark brown and warm
next to the coal stove.
Red glinting hot
through the cracks.

Food smells 
hold my hands,
caress my head.

Yes, I can walk
to the door.
The road is lightening up,
curves down
to the river.

I walk alone
swinging my arms
for the first time.

Down there
songs are sung in green,
games are played in light,
jokes are made in red, orange;
blue girls' voices
talk about me.

OK, I'm coming.

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Beata Agustin March 17, 2025 at 8:02 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed day.

Skat A January 19, 2016 at 8:20 PM DE WAAL, I really enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing **SKAT**

John Heck December 9, 2008 at 7:42 AM Loved the use of vivid colors to depict sights, sounds and feelings. A very imaginative and inviting write! Wishing you a Happy Holiday season. Peace always, John