Cradle

Experimental. Spontaneous write.

Appearances swivel in

and out of focus.

I taste fear;

a hushed silence,

a whispered prayer.

I cradle a fear, irrational.

I cradle the heat,

in my skin,

you are alive...

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think what is alive in this poem is the fear...we personify it...we are intimidated too often by life...too scared to move...
fear is our baby---love has to grow out and away from that.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

True, that's what it is. And somehow inevitable...
Thank you so much for your insight here, Jacob. I like your thoughts on this :)

[Jibey]

Enigmatic... the feelings and fears of a mother?

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Interesting thought. Thank you, Jibey.