Body Poem by Marshall E Gass

Blue before birth
to spark red and flushed
slapped straight to life
the organs begin to burst into beauty
thumping pumping until rhythmic
flows combine in combination with
senses to create an exquisite form
of life
you.

Take charge of the day
moment by moment
grow and flourish
in the bow of beauty and life
and spread you wings
on the the thermals of each moment
lift high, soar, sweep down and settle
where the your flock rests
waiting for you to arrive
to take part in the ritual
Take Part now

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.

A vast metaphor to compare birth.life and death as part of existence. Comment on how you see this happening. This is my first poem on this site. Encourage me to stay and write for you.