It all began as a lump in her throat,
a lovesickness.
a sense of wrong,
a sudden longing,
She heard a whisper in bits and phrases
The words spelt themselves out to her line by line.
The moment of tapping into her creative spirit was precious and fleeting.
And in no time, within the chasm of her heart sprang an idea
An image of tender fingers unfurling
An angelic smile, disarming
A chirpy voice, 'Mama, '
She watched in fascination
its stages of growth,
enduring the pain,
surviving the wait.
The form took its time to take shape!
The birth of a child is
akin to the birth of a poem
The body carries the idea.
The eyes rain the response.
The heart bleeds the feelings.
As a child, a poem
grows with love,
evolves with care,
represents emotions
resonates feelings.
And maybe thats why they say that the child is a woman's best poem!
I have a poem akin to this idea namely 'Shall I Wait Till I Understand Pablo Neruda? '.Please read and give your valuable opinion on my poem.
It is such a lovely poem! A poem is like a mother's child, taking shape inside her bit by bit and one day takes birth as a full form baby and still grows with love and care of mother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very thought-provoking poem, methinks. Enjoyed tremendously this loving and caring Birth Tribute 5 Stars.TFS this fascinating poemPoem: A Woman's Best Poem!