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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, February 24, 2012

Bump


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 T-shirt clad belly
Over ripe fruit stretches cloth
Grape bursting its skin
Bump. Pillow. Book stand. Child.
She can not fit in school desk.

11 comments:

Pearl said...

Very nice.

And so glad it's not me. :-)

Pearl

Claudia said...

ugh.. when kids have babies.. so difficult...well captured..

Yousei Hime said...

I love it when I find humor, even awkward, in poetry. This was worth a smile, especially remembering my belly bumping days. Love the year of the haiku poster.

Brian Miller said...

of course that last line, changes everything...wow...babies with babies...i hope there is some support there...

Grace said...

Nice visual of pregnant young teen ~ The last line is telling and powerful ~

Beachanny said...

I'm thinking teen pregnancy here. Original way of approaching it. Reminded me a bit of Juno. I wonder if it would deter the new found popularity of having children without fathers. It's a crazy hard choice, but many girls are doing it. Prayers for them.

Pat Tillett said...

I like the poem and loved the image the first half gave me. Then I felt bad for her...

Blue Flute said...

Nice way to make a point through image without saying it directly. The last line gave away the key to interpreting the rest ;-)

Wolfsrosebud said...

nice picture

Teresa said...

You certainly do create a vivid image. Poor kid.

Susie Clevenger said...

This happens way too often...nice work