Spoken Word

Spoken Word

Thursday, April 9, 2015

My Poem

My Poem (Version one) written 1984

Upon conception you were my only thought,

 the fertile portion of my being,

I felt you grow in the womb of my mind,

from a tiny syllable, a quick thought,

and then develop into words,

long sentences from the heart.

I longed to caress you,

Once you traversed the birth canal,

I cut the umbilical cord.

I fed you metaphors,

until you were fully weaned on rhymes,

And once you were I composed you,

my love, my word, my poem,

and sent you away into the world,

a perfect reflection of your origin.

by Vickie Bass ©

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