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The Southern Door (Feb Contest)

Close it!
Don't let it open.
I don't want to leave here
where peace resides.

The darkness here is bliss,
the gentle beat of the heart,
the sweetest lullaby.
The warmth here signifies life.

I know I won't stay here forever
A time will come for me to leave
when my body is complete
and I'm too big to stay but..

let it be a whole nine months
before the southern door is wide open
and I leave to meet the world
with all of its beauty and ugliness.

For now let me be here,
embracing peace.

Style / type: 
Free verse
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Comments

There is a clever thought here. I really like it.
Wish you the best.

❤❤❤❤❤❤

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

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thank you or the visit and the comments.

Alid

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Well done Alid. In a way it is like a tribute to Mothers who provide the most secure place for the fetus to grow till it is ready to face the world...

Regards,

raj (sublime_ocean)

Thanks for the visit and the comment. Its a plea to mothers not to abort their babies as well even though the pregnancy is not they wanted as for examples the one from rapes.

Alid

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I had missed on that ...now that you have explained it makes more sense...shows your sensitivities..

Regards,

raj (sublime_ocean)

a unique concept
i really like it
and you have given me an idea for a write - thank you

best of luck in the contest
love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

You would soon see what happens when you plant a seed in a fertile land...you have just done that...let us wait and watch for the seedling to germinate in some fertile mind Down Under :)

Regards,

raj (sublime_ocean)

;D

Alid

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now that's good to know. Thanks for the visit and the comments. You're most welcome.

Alid

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And why not see this as a door? I'd never have thought of this lol. Thanks for entering......stan

Glad that you liked it, Stan. I was trying to think out of the box and it just popped into my mind.

Alid

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Clever and unique - I like it, I think my son felt like that. Lol

Well done Alid - hope all goes well in the contest.

Love Mand xxx

Thanks for the compliments.

Alid

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