Before Life

 

You weave frothy mists

Seeking soft rainbow roads

to starlight beds lining the horizon.

 

Soar through silvered summer skies

that morph into moon-painted shadows-

You anxiously await existence.

 

The thunder excites desire;

with deathbeds seeking dead,

and baby cribs awaiting life anew.

 

The mystery’s so delicious -

when you don’t know what it is.

You have no idea what you’re getting into!

 

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

This is a very descriptive poem with interesting imagery in it. It flowed very well and has a poetic music to it. I really like your poem.

Tina