"A Parent"

Play on words again, in title. Kinda deep, but you can swim, right?

           Convoluted buoyant; defiant contention,
            sleeps in the corridors of mind.
           Dreaming of release from constricted womb;
            in portraits of terror, undeserving.
           Memories of ancient promised ascension;
            returning, discerning, by design.
           Opens vacant eye wish to murky clouds of doom;
            suffocation signaling, unnerving.

           Father Time is tiring; musing on his throne,
            queen is overdue, for a son.
           Females halt the flow; deemed  murderous reprieve,
            questions for the kingdom, yet unsolved.
           Advisers inquiring; gathering of stone,
            debating precious things with loaded gun.
           Reputation swallows reasons to conceive,
            if harvest isn't held by hands of God.

           I will not condone the emperor sans his clothes,
             jesters are not captured in these frames.
           So the uprising stirs a rhapsody,
             genius can quell dark regression.
           Tampered comfort zones threaten to expose,
             witch trials complete with charred remains.
           In the downsizing of my voracity,
             the fated have no time for confession.
 
           Through much dissension and chartered celebration,
             clutching spirits huddle in the night.
           Harem is debating; adorned with feathered fears,
            eager whispers exiting to pray.
           Spiraled inquisition guiding my elation,
            to thwart the scheme of hallowed parasite.
           The lady in waiting; not controlled by tears,
            no dirges for dead offspring hold sway.

           And so I writhe; thighs chained fast,
            by bonds of here, now, and then.
           Conceptual delight; yesterday seduced,
            hearing the midwife's joyous scream.
           Empty arms beckon; to be filled at last,
            I drink this beauty down like sin.
           Swaddled in velvet; guarded by truth,
            caressed by a mother's sacred dream.

           Lost in sweet illusion of tiny sapphire eyes,
            measuring the wonder that I see.
           So in conclusion; genderless surprise,
            this child of newborn word resembles me.



             
 
            
            
           

            
           
           

           
             
           

Author's Note

I have been in this labor room all night...lawl. Do what ye will.

Reviews

[K.C. Zbryk]

This almost has a fairy tale feel to it and it really adds to the imagry in the poem. The surreal feelig surrounding the environment makes it so you have to reread the poem to pull the full meaning out. You captured this amazingly and i think this may be one of your best yet.

[J Todd Underhill]

Hmm I liked it, I was checking to see if you had cranked out a sestina in the labor room. I hope you muse gave you a break while delivery was happening, I could see you telling the doctor "I Can't Push I have to finish this line first!!!!!"

[WatashLegend]

Wonderful poem, I appreciate the effort you put into the write, certainly one of my favorites I've read on this site.