Postpartum

We are ever dying to one world and being born into another. - Thoreau

in a lucullan filiation of eternity

an unequivocal nascency of existence

the seed of yet another immaculate conception was planted

an undeniable gestation of truth

the copulation of a capricious creation

a dawn of divinity

strained with the stretchmarks of faith

bearing down with the labor pains of latent prayers

the night was barefoot and pregnant with a new day

breech or fully within reach

what can i say

you know the way

Author's Note

"It is the marriage of the soul with nature that makes the intellect fruitful, and gives birth to imagination." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

"the night was barefoot and pregnant with a new day" especially like that line. had to go a-googlin' Pete! the flow, emotion and imaging would be much smoother had i a better vocabulary .. so thank you for some really great words ... "..lucullan filiation" and ".. unequivocal nascency .." packed full they are! .. the deep vein of Faith .. a sense of sarcasm and irony for me .. (closing 3 lines) ... and this "strained with the stretchmarks of faith" so relatable for anyone who tries Faith ;) deeply inspirational ... great language .. glad i did not miss this one sir!
E.
ps. great pic too ... our paths of truth finding can be a lonesome and soulful place :)

[Pete]

thanks. sounds like you got all of this little bundle. sometimes i like to experiment with $million words - get tired of the same old all the time plus gives a different depth and feel methinks. like your real thoughts on faith. you da man e! ... :)

[Einstein Noodle]

wonderful poem Pete!

[Ruth]

I read your poetry and stand in awe, every time :) You come out with such damn profound imagery and metaphor Pete...quite the experience and honour to read you over the years my friend...brilliant as always, I walk away from reading you with deep thinking rattling inside my brain :)

[Pete]

wow, thanks ruth. the feeling is mutual when i read you ... :)

[Cherrie]

Excellent, the complete image of new life ready to come forth. Not over done but smooth and vivid with imagery.

[Pete]

thanks cherrie. the labor pains to compose it weren't too severe. always appreciate your sweet thoughts ... :)

[R.J Calzonetti]

the night was barefoot and pregnant with a new day


This line is one of the best. I appreciate the poem as a whole, this is my favourite part.

[Pete]

thanks r.j, appreciated. sometimes it just spills out as you well know ... :)