The poem I’m pregnant with -1
Blurred words billowing like smoke,
Coals raging still red
From preceding night’s campfire.
I try, put them in proper place
In vain as I get scorched
And the scream that comes out--
A lightning thunder strike…
That, that is the poem
I’m pregnant with,
So near birth and still so far.
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Reflections |09.03.2026| birth, fire, poem, free verse
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