Folds

Written for:  Sunday Muse #55

pregnancy symbols

“Fruition” Painting by Autumn Skye Artwork Website

Secret symbols
only you will
understand. World
folds and unfolds.
My hair folds over
folds of my dress,
and you–my baby-in-
waiting–are enfolded
safely within me.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to Folds

  1. Carrie V. H. says:

    Love the many folds in this poem Sara! Beautiful poetry!!

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  2. robtkistner says:

    This is beautiful in its minimal essence Sara – excellent write!

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  3. Oh so beautiful, that mystical time of carrying the future within us – the child who will teach us everything about being present, loving selflessly and forever someone we also must teach how to fly away. Sigh.

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  4. kanzensakura says:

    Never had a child never wanted one. But your poem opens up to me the msny folds in this. Lovely.

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