Time moves too slow
when kneeled before oppressive
three by four inch plastic altars
taking communion with fellow debtors
and praying
in allocated installments of faith
for blessings of pregnant dollars
and a forecast
of January amnesty
But we all hear December's secrets
in the static whispers
curling away from desperate lips
as if aired concerns
will disappear like winter vapors.
This devolvement
back to flesh and bone liability
will negotiate no cornerstone,
compromise no clause,
and grant no mercy
even if
we make it through December.
Categories:
devolvement, introspection
Form: Free verse
Conceived
Not always of love
I am a mass of sells
My name fetus
My domain a womb
My reason for being uncertain
Yet swollen feet cravings and spitting a belly
Swelling morning sickness creating
Embarrassing episodes and milk escaping the
Confines of swollen breast tells the story of my
Presence my devolvement though exciting and
Fulfilling takes its toll on the body that sustains
My survival
As I strive to grasp life waves of sound interrupt
My privacy and illustrate my nakedness
And I question
Should I forsake my effort or would fate deny me
Entry to a world my perception deems imbued in
The follies of man
In my restlessness I stretch and kick
A phenomenon that excites my bearer
Perpetuating an anxious happiness
That lingers throughout my existence
In the likeness of man my body the image of my
Creator my soul
I enter this world
And with a cry I pronounce my arrival
The pain of my nativity forgotten
The joy of my birth takes its place in the heart
Of my Mother
Earl S. Jackson
Feb 1982
Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved
Categories:
devolvement, family, hope, world, body,
Form: Free verse