POEM: 28 APRIL 2010
by Greg ~ April 29th, 2010. Filed under: Poems.Fatherhood
is gazing at a a soft head
squeezed from the womb
the appearance of a pudding top
grinning at early open questions
why & why & why, as though
the universe were a pet
forming that familiar nest
that huddle of arms & faces
pausing like a warm landscape
holding the weeping adolescent
who knows as only the growing know
that once upon a time the world will end
all the while, seeing with a father’s eye
this amniotic planet, its crust
wet with birth.
Greg O’Connell © 2010
April 29th, 2010 at 1:14 pm
Beautiful. Especially the last stanza. I’ll miss reading your daily poems next month.
April 29th, 2010 at 8:21 pm
So moving. Adore the last stanza.
April 30th, 2010 at 9:05 am
For me it’s the second-last stanza that really works. Another good poem!
May 1st, 2010 at 11:24 am
So tender! I absolutely love this. Should be published somewhere. I love “pudding top” — perfect metaphor!