And still she sits in waiting, deep within her shell.
No point in contemplating, as to when she might expel.
She's not driven by a calendar, nor woken by the sun.
She's not a starlit wanderer on her monthly run.
No bolt of electricity will generate her storm.
Naked with simplicity, it is so she finds her form.
. She's the fickle child of a wondrous thought.
. She's a child, a brain child, that won't be caught
© Tim Grace, April 2010 (Revised: 25 July 2020)
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Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
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I really loved the idea of this. It was relatable as well!
To the reader: There are so many aspects to life that just can't be chased down or forced into submission. We gain nothing from bullying a butterfly. Simple pleasures are attracted to those who appreciate and nurture the quality of relationships. It's through patience, not cajoling, that pleasures are expressed ... good things come to those who wait. To the poet: The original version of this poem was erratic in structure and worked against the contemplative theme of the poem. Through review, the poem is far more gentle and generous in terms of readability. The poem now arrives at a satisfying conclusion; where still she sits in waiting.