we swim in amniotic warmth
and trampoline her shore;
we taste her sweet and salty,
scent vanilla carrot mint
her soft voicedrift descants
heartdrum… throb whoosh
murmur burble wash…of
our presence in her space
then…pulse and pulse
crown pressure and release
for skinness to be air lit
inner outer brash and thrash
when we step to darkness
when we enter light
comes remembrance…music dance
in another room
Artist: Jamie Wyeth
16 thoughts on “in another room”
Beautifully done Bonnie. Smiles…>KB
With poet friends like you for inspiration…it seems easy. Smiles…
Wow! you do stream of consciousness so well…
Uncharted territory, John, we can only dream about. Grateful thanks. Very.
I feel like a new born reading this Bonnie…no language yet but that of my body sensing. So lovely to remember.
Thank you for taking us there!
That you would go along for the ride, is marvelous fun!
Umm…thinking birth must be something like this. The imagining…is there in us…I think. Smiles, dear poet friend.
So intriguing! I read it several times to capture every word!
So pleased you like it, Nancy. Very.
I love your poem, Bonnie, and especially “comes remembrance” three times. I imagine it beating more slowly, more softly to the end.
It’s important to me that you found meaning in it, Sharon…and that you took the time to respond. Smile.
This is so lovely
I’m sincerely grateful you are a reader. Smile.
A big fan♡
Know I’m sincerely grateful…and value your comment. Smile.