Mother's Children

So long have i hungered
for the native touch
to reclaim what wandered
furtive and lost

My ivory hands empty as lead
thirst unquenched, eyes unfed
The borning into a world of paper
with swifty knives and silent sounds

A stagger and fall
the world split
cracked and frayed
torn and bit
 
The trembling hands grab the earth
sip the water in vain
what was once mud now hast once more
become mud again.

Author's Note

Not sure if this has a real meaning. I kind of just felt it and wrote it...
tell me what you think

Reviews

[Caitlynxoxo]

heavy words, but i really liked it! especially the flow that the words had, moving beautifully along with the lines after them. It was beautiful, to say none the least, and thanks for sharing! You have such a gift at writing poetry!

xoxo Caitlyn xoxo