Foundling Poems - Poems about Foundling

...Words left borrowed heavy on the heart Actions defaulting stillborn and dark Pawning the foundling orphan on loan Love unbequested — dying alone (Dreamsleep: April, 2024) ......Read the rest...

...a doomed affair when a young doctor/padre came to the convent to check on the nuns' health, he met the young abbess, and their world ignited when he touched her arm, her impulse was to kiss......Read the rest...

..."If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms, yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss. Whe......Read the rest...

...One lone rose tumbled from the basket, the same as the others but set apart All were beautiful. They congregated in one basket, these Southern belles, but she, with her pink cheeks, tumbled, she......Read the rest...

...Feverish flowery flippant freakish fantailed floozy who needed grounding Flimflammed, flashed, flipped and flinched a fabulous frugal foundling Fortuitous flexible frazzled French flamingos flash-m......Read the rest...

...Moving On Curious, isn’t it? Tentatively pacing Down this narrow path When what solely surrounds you Is without form And shapeless Yet such an environment Can only be gradually forged ......Read the rest...

...a goldfinch feather — the black and yellow foundling carried by the wind plucked from a waning winglet lad grips flight in his fingers 3/20/2021......Read the rest...

...Blue Jay I cupped the fallen fledgling in my palm, And unwittingly, caused the neck To retract the mere measure as had Raised the hand. Lowering the foundling, the head rose. Really? I co......Read the rest...

...We watched the television fall asleep through window eyes. It was only 1999 but even that early 2020 began to unwind its springs one Spring at a time. April was the koolest month we loved t......Read the rest...

...I am rising to the occasion of my existence by my Vote. And that someone of power is trying to erase that is ludricious. I existence by my ability to Vote. No one can take that away. No ......Read the rest...

...Do you think if I went out back and stood, Where the clean green lawn meets the wood And whispered softly in the night air I’m not afraid and I know you’re there. If I wished ......Read the rest...

...she was only too aware that her own conception had been maculate it had been not been a virginal birth and yet a blessed gift from God her mother a whore in the town’s creep joint fathe......Read the rest...

...For years it had flown through dim canyons, hollows where the mute sheltered in echoing caves. Poems shifted loose and gearless. Words darted for cover as if caught in an empty bell tower. On......Read the rest...

...Moby Dick, a novel by Herman Melville, published in London in October 1851 as The Whale and a month later in New York City as Moby-Dick; or, The Whale. It is dedicated to Nathaniel Haw......Read the rest...

...I was sitting in a church filled with light and beauty listening to an organist as he gently fused my soul Even the flowers on the alter seemed to be entranced in this ethereal place where harde......Read the rest...