"childbed" poems
what is solitude?
a cocoon of iridescent
paintings of oil on bulletproof walls
mama’s warm embrace in fetal form
a prison of darkness
where no one knows your face
where reflections are only imagined
where hands are far from reach
and reality is...
a place where beauty is created
creation is sentence
and sentence is desolation
childbed
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
For so long she has cried;
Sorrowful sorrows all she had.
All her wishes was a child;
For barrenness then her proud.
Now it came to pass:
Joyfully happy on childbed,
When we hear a baby cry.
To the world, it brings joy;
To its mom, it brings proud.
Happy with her new toy;
With care, she handles;
And eternal harmony, rekindles.
Sharing the tears of joy;
With weeping joy restore.
Loudly, dwellers sang.
Singing the song of joy;
Thematically arrange verse:
"Bobo Napo, Bo;
Bobo Napo, Bo".
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC