a shimmy

of a plucked guitar vein

ripples my skin

the unborn bird

thumps against its shell.

McRites Press                                                          Copyright 2012 Murielle Cyr




About Murielle Cyr

Writer, organic gardener, soapmaker, listener.
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8 Responses to POEM

  1. Helen says:

    Love Poem…I’m writing now and completely understand the creative birthing…thumping against the shell…. smile. What a great way to put it!
    Helen from Windingstreampress

  2. ltownsdin says:

    I definitely felt a shiver while reading this amazing poem.

  3. That means you’re ready to create your own. Appreciate your comment. Be well.

  4. Midnighthues says:

    Great expression of your feelings in words! Lovey!

  5. An interesting poem. The thoughts just come out.

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