The Fertility Of The Mother

The Fertility Of The Mother short poem

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Here below the oppressive heat
On ground parched and cracked
In dark and pregnant sheet
A thousand clouds above gathered
Streaks of lightning signal the vent
As thunder roars in rapture
With joyous cries they mingle
The first drops downwards tumble
Fragrance rises from bathed earth
Sweet balm disperses the fever
Mighty revelation like no other
This the fertility of the Mother

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Hopeless romantic, grounded realist, eternal optimist, brooding pessimist. All these are me. I am all of them, and then some more. Here you will find some of my poetry written between 1985 and 1999, a period when my idealism and abstraction topped the pressures of reality and sustenance.
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