Where will my cradle rock?

An old poem which I could recover after the wipe-out here. One I'm quite proud of.

 

 

In clear, warm waters, submerged I am,

where whale-like sounds echo

tales of years once lived by the dead and dying

as I emerge, part by part,

a promised growth ticking in heartbeats

breathing for me, breathing with me

making me whole, shaping me –

uniquely.

 

A palette will coat a colour

painting me in a shade of extreme,

creating my role in a world of history

on a path trodden by ancestors

of which I will have no tree,

yet their journey I am doomed to continue

first on fours then on two’s,

though leave, I shall, my own scent behind.

 

Cries will be heard when I enter fate

as my chord of life is cut so fast,

faster than my eyes blinking, blocking

a light intense, uninviting, daunting.

New life is what I am at that moment,

a moment of a lifetime yet to be discovered –

what was not, now is and will be,

what of ‘me’ is yet to become,

as soon as I am placed in a cradle,

a cradle that was ready to rock

before my very own gestation.

 

 

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

oh my God thats so sweet ,in brief you tell our history since we curl in our mother womb getting ready to see the wonderful world so many talked about ,i could hear from within,i i will walk the grounds through journey already taken by my ancestors ,so you say ,and how wonderful you say it,first on fours then on twos,though leave i shall my scent behind,end of quote,and still ,yes still i wait what to become of me ,oh wonderful world you are so beautiful ,what love ,the is filled ,what grace i see everywhere,i see people hand in hand,loving each other ,and everybody is so anxious to say hallo to his friend so happy he is to just help all ,there are no sickness that i could see ,no pains i could detect,so much happiness i see ,laughter everywhere ,people so much enjoying their lifetime ,oh its paradise and i just love it,but i know i am dreaming if you want the truth just read every word above and take the opposite meaning of everything upthere then you see the filth we live in,sorry i came to this world ,i wish mother will take me back in again ,i never love it here ,its like hell ,its like hell,mother i implore you,please please...

[Jasmine]

this is so eloquent and pithy that I'm astounded you haven't had more reviews...i think this is superb. You've provided undeniable insight for the reader. And a sort of, what I would call, beautiful humanity. Really...well done!

[Emily B]

Legacies are wonderful things. Beautiful words.

[Wildecat]

A fantastic poem, loved the imagery. Superb writing.

[Orlando Murcia]

Very nice O!
By the way
where did you go?

I sure love hearing
your delightful flows
anyways another great piece

Nice work!
I really enjoyed this
i am going to read this again

Big O

[Jon]

Simply genius.

Straight into my favourites - this reads amazingly on every level in which it is written - top top stuff!

Sorry I didn't get to it sooner life is crazy x

[Tomás Ó C..]

Brilliant poem for a new baby.

[Bubo]

I often wonder if a baby has thought in the womb.........this was a lovely read, full of thoughts and the wonder
of new life.

[Kevin Reader]

i haven't been around this site for quite awhile, and every time i come back, i tend to find that you have contributed something relatively recently that is very remarkable

glad to see you are still writing!

this flows very well and the content is unique

[Legion]

As well you should be. It is very good. Like the imagery it conveys as well as the cognitive or conscious thought before birth it presents. Kudos.