The Wombs Lullaby

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_arvp3Q6C8c Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read this poem and others.

I first heard the
lullaby in the
womb.
It has a pulse
and rhythm.
It was embedded in
my tissue and cells.
And when I was shot out,
bloody and naked,
the cord was cut.
The journey began.

At five years old,
I remember closing
my eyes, and lying
down to go to sleep,
it felt like I was
being rocked.
I wonder if the
subconscious mind was
remembering the
rhythm of the womb.
My Mom--pregnant with me
walking upstairs--downstairs,
elevators
escalators
movement
pulse,
the eternal lullaby of
the womb.
When I closed my
eyes, it felt like I
was being rocked.
It felt like I was
in a swing;
back and forth.
Easy, like a fragrant
spring night.

I feel and here the
pulse--the rhythm,
the heart in everything.
In footsteps--in the wind,
in the ancient river, and
in the mermaid's song.
I feel it in
the beating of the
hummingbird's wings.
I see it in
Van Gogh's jagged sky,
in the flight pattern
of the wasp.

There is a rhythm in
death and birth.
Oh my God, the rapture of
the rhythm of love and
joy--so sublime.
The primal beat of a
heartbreak--pain,
like painting with
blood.
So real
too lucid.
Icarus, let's fly into
the sun, drunk on
vodka or cheap wine.
We'll escape--liquid smooth,
until our wings melt,
and we fall back down,
crash
to the pulse
the rhythm
bum  bum
bum  bum
bum  bum.

Sometimes,
I wish I were
a rock.

Author's Note

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_arvp3Q6C8c
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read this poem and others from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Interesting concept in this one. The speaker tells of a universal rhythm that he has been aware of all his life. Even more amazing, he has come to see that rhythm in all things, and it's not altogether pleasant. In fact, it can be present in heartbreak and death. You can't even escape it there. Let's face it; we got rhythm.

[Thomas W Case]

Exactly right. Thank you, John.

[Ken Simm.]

This began as cosy and lovely as its subject. Then there was a subtle change and became life with a visual twist.

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks, Ken. I appreciate the read and comment.