Gerald Kithinji Poet Free verse

To a Clean Soul

Mourning face
In the twilight
Untimely sleep
On brow and eye

Propped breasts
Like crown of tree
Resting, untrimmed

Doubting whispers
Low murmur
Of unwanted issue
Behind curtain wall

Silenced by dictates 
Of profession
Secretly planning thrust
With age
As only time-
Forever blessed
With life
After paled memory of yesterday
Will tell.

Join the carnival
Brothers and sisters!
Memory may falter
But none can claim a nobler birth
Though they proclaim us
Bastards!

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Jake Ponce October 13, 2013 at 4:14 AM It feels like I'm reading something that was written in the 1700s-1800s. If you were trying to capture that vibe, then you've done really well. :)