Place your fingers here
in the hollow of my throat.
Do you feel the rumble
low and deep?
Hold still,
a moment more.
Can you sense it swelling,
gaining strength and clarity
as it struggles toward the surface?
Soon or late,
it will be born.
You cannot say
you were never warned.
2 comments:
I just love the RAW expression on this poem! It's just wonderfully expressed!
Potent and mysterious.
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