I wait with bated breath A sigh upon the whispering breeze Lifting a tiny seed of hope. You are cradled inside me Nestled between my heart and desire. A longing to feel, to breathe, to taste, to smell... Your heartbeat thudding in my breast. A mirage of vaporing tendrils Wavering in the muted distance Misty smoke visions unyet seen. I bear the weight of your siren call Beckoning with your imagined baby blues. A ghost of things to be My unborn dream.
So I like this more and more as I read on. It starts somewhat weak, with a huge cliche ("wait with bated breath"), and continues with some weakness. But then you get great imagery like "Nestled between my heart and desire" and "A mirage of vaporing tendrils". Cool ideas like "Your heartbeat thudding in my breast" and "the weight of your siren call" are also of note. All in all, it's quite good, could use a little more punctuation in places, and the first few lines should be strengthened - and then a winner!
Certainly a heartfelt and poignant write Kat...
Beautiful images and .....metaphors with a purpose...
You allow the reader to truly experience what it must feel like to carry a human being in our bodies, our souls...and our hearts ...
thanks for sharing such a moving and personal time of your life....
allen
Not sure id this is a metaphor or not - but it works with a beautiful sense of the the wonder of pregnancy... Only a woman could have written something so stirring, I think
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