CribA Poem by E.J. WalingCrib.
Forged in fire. Hard as stone. Cold as ice. Years in the making. Billions. Limbo. Hanging, spinning in a void. Crib. Where it began. Nowhere to go. Growing, expanding. In the crib still. Resides. Toddling. Failure to launch. Infancy. Still infancy. Playing alone, stuck In the crib. Looking up. Looking out. Hands held high. Ensconced in a tiny space. Long road yet to go. © 2023 E.J. Waling |
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Added on April 29, 2023 Last Updated on April 29, 2023 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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