The memoire of a foetus

Without your choice or mine,
swaddled in ignorance was I,
of your first
swaggering or shy
trivial or profound
and your first sound
that brought me
to your warm womb
as tomorrow
lest human seed
might suffer the same
destiny as that of dinosaurs,
save innately conscious was I,
destined with time
to rejuvenate the withering
tree of man
but before
love grows into flesh and word
what was an unfinished
a precipitation
of blood
became my transcendence.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2022-05-16 at 04:06

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Goodness! I think today is a day of sweet fruits for me; this is the second poem I have read today that resonates inside my very core. This is one that I would say, 'I wish I'd written that!' - but in truth I know why, and that is because I would have feared mentioning my mother.
But a really good piece of poetry in my view. Thank you for sharing it.