Craig Cornish Poet Free verse

Poetry Is Born

Long before the written word,
in a sheltered cave
a Mother and her baby rocked
to peaceful hums and gentle song.

Long before a purposed rhyme
in cadence to drummed hollow logs,
or paired with trill of ivory flute,
a Mother and her baby rocked
to peaceful hums and gentle song.

Children were told a bedtime tale
with quiet thoughts and prayer,
while, there outside, the thunder rolled -
and when her wounded hunter fell
or her soldier lost at war,
a Mother and her baby rocked
to peaceful hums and gentle song.

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Anisha Dutta July 31, 2018 at 9:37 PM Yes l poetry is born when a mother and her bay rocked to peaceful hums and gentle song. Warm Wishes.

Carrie Richards June 25, 2018 at 2:58 PM And you were born to write poetry! :) Craig Cornish July 31, 2018 at 3:02 PM Carrie--Hugs!