M. L. Kiser Poet Free verse

This Night, This Womb

Lanterns on a black canvas.
Fireflies dance, prance like ponies on a carousel.

Ricocheting cricket-squeaks,
Bounce among the frog-croaked airwaves;
Bouncing from one wet tip to another.

Spectral trees in the distance
Dance their ancestral dance to this music;
The heartbeat of the waves, keeping time;
natures’ metronome.

One hones the spirit to perfection here;
In the bosom of Mother Natures’ womb.

Touching life’s essence.
Feeding the soul on the nourishment of Gods’ artwork.

We never really leave the womb, you see.
We only re-position ourselves and dream yet, another dream.
No, we never really leave the womb.

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Caren Krutsinger November 15, 2019 at 1:38 PM I really enjoyed this, especially "Fireflies dance, prance like ponies on a carousel.." M. L. Kiser November 17, 2019 at 12:57 PM Thank'ya Ma'am.

Funom Makama November 15, 2019 at 8:59 AM This is beautiful.. What a lovely poem. M. L. Kiser November 17, 2019 at 12:57 PM Many thanks, Funom.

Ann Foster November 12, 2019 at 2:32 PM this was lovely. it made me consider... and rethink... then fav... Ann M. L. Kiser November 13, 2019 at 1:50 PM Thanks so much for stopping by.