September 2020
Bev Smith
bevsmith528@yahoo.com
bevsmith528@yahoo.com
Bio Note: Like many words mean escape these are some of mine needing out. I have been published
in the Blue Nib, a Dublin based magazine numerous times. Grateful for the opportunity a writing community
lends. I reside in Texas, horses are my profession.
When Nature Says No
They pulled from our bellies
old egg sacks deemed defiant
all the never to be babies
we'd longed to hold
Instead our arms swim air
empty of water flail when in sleep
Sounds of baby cries
awake in us the stillness
a silence without song
Shadow-selves unstitch
and by the wayside
discards its empty soul
our details without lines
The shadow facts at a glance
when groceries when laundry
when the cold can be cuddled
How the arms just so
cradles comfortably comforts none
for my friend who will never read my poem
"When Nature Says No" as she is this poem
and poems never read themselves
©2020 Bev Smith
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