Mother Fear


I was making up poetry in the womb.
Mother says so, and you know what that means:
Nobody’s gonna question it.
And I mean nobody.
She may not get around so fast,
But Mother’s got a way with her tongue
That can lash you within an inch of your life.
That’s probably why I started making
Rhythmic and metaphoric lines
(Rarely, though sometimes with rhymes)
Before I was breathing the stagnant air
Of this external world.
It ain’t always so safe out here.
You gotta have a way to cope.
Part of mine is making up poetry
Just like I did in the womb.

~ each poem spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
~ copyright © 2013 by muz4now, inc.

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