Life waits inside us…

[Lake]

Life waits inside us…

 

Life waits inside us like a spark struck from flint.

Life is a new bud atop an old branch.

Life is ceaseless as streams running towards the sea.

Life is that sleeping, plump infant

trapped in the debris from an 8.0-magnitude

earthquake. He sucks in milk and blood

dripping from his mother’s nipples, breathes

peacefully in a narrow space, arched by

mother’s body and shoulders. It is May,

a time of May flowers and Mother’s day.

In the rocking arms of a rescuer, he stares, smiles

around, trying to make out who these faces are.

Life shines in his innocent, curious eyes.

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

loved it lake, your last few poems have been excellent. maybe your english is not as perfect as you like but your poems are blossoms surrounded by only buds trying to bloom. this poem is so raw honest and shows your innocence. it seems as though someone close to you had a baby but i could be wrong lol. either way yopur talent as a poet has improved immensely since i started reasding your works. im very impressed by this poem. this is a masterpiece lake. i love the second top last 3 lines. you captured the magic of a newborn's essence perfectly. as for grammer mistakes i saw none that i noticed. then again i suffered brain damage 13v years ago in a car wreck and i am oroned to making tons of grammar mistakes.

 

love it lake.

 

larsen aka victor

 

larsen m. callirhoe is a pseudonym and pen name. victor michael lash----- is my birth name lake.

 

take care my friend.

[badger11]

Emotive, dramatic, poignant.

 

Written from the heart.

 

badge

[pawn shop]

Very intensely written....

a true 'mother's day' poem......

and who doesn't smile. at this time of year,

warm weather........

as a gal pushes a baby carriage along.......

or 2 gals with 2 carriages.....enjoying themselves under the sun.....

funny, between mother's day and father's day, is memorial day.

but the young buds dont notice !! such righteous obliviousness.....

and that is............

The beauty and grace of ' the innocent curious "

the nobility of all rescuers !

all around this world....

and I think to myself....what a wonderful world

[rhymeguy]

Incredibly poignant. You have said it all with beauty, honesty and grace. To say more would only distract.

 

rg

[dr_con]

Simply amazing Lake, well constructed and I agree with Badge straight from the heart- an emotive beauty...

 

Well, well done,

 

DC

[Nick Tselepides]

Lake,

 

 

Nice poem about life and esp. that of a baby.

 

I liked the images and the ending also.

[Lake]

Victor,

 

Thanks for your kind words. I'm glad you think I'm making progress.

 

Badger,

 

Thanks for your three strong words. Very encouraging.

 

Carlo,

 

Thanks for reading and sharing your thought.

 

Dr_Con,

 

As always thank you for your positives.

 

Nick,

 

Very glad to see you here. Hope to read more of your works.

 

Thank you all.

 

Lake

[Lake]

Incredibly poignant. You have said it all with beauty, honesty and grace. To say more would only distract.

 

rg

 

 

 

Hi RG,

 

Sorry I missed your comment. Glad to know you liked it.

 

Regards,

 

Lake

[tonyv]

Lake, I like how you juxtapose the seemingly idyllic with the grit:

Life is that sleeping, plump infant

trapped in the debris from an 8.0-magnitude

earthquake. He sucks in milk and blood

dripping from his mother’s nipples, breathes

peacefully in a narrow space, arched by

mother’s body and shoulders. It is May,

a time of May flowers ...

Life is good, unless one's life is hell. The infant doesn't even realize his predicament, and you show that well. Very well done.

 

Tony

[Lake]

Hi Tony,

 

I like what you said "how you juxtapose the seemingly idyllic with the grit".

I made a few minor changes and changed the title to "Under the Ruins". What do you think?

 

Thanks as always.

 

Lake

[Aleksandra]

Wow Lake. This is one of your best poems.

 

...Life is that sleeping, plump infant

trapped in the debris from an 8.0-magnitude

earthquake. He sucks in milk and blood

dripping from his mother’s nipples, breathes

peacefully in a narrow space, arched by

mother’s body and shoulders.

 

Amazing expression for a life. Wonderful crafted poem. I can't stop reading it.

 

Thanks very much for sharing.

 

It's brilliant.

 

Aleksandra