all babes are
born of babes - fat and round
round-ton babes - the world view
is round, round and rough - filled with lust of roll'in
round, roll'in round
with babes
babes are birthed between the thighs
between the round and sweating sighs
between the sheets a mother
lies - lies and sighs and cries her
birth - birthing babes so round
the men they watch
as watch they do, the birthing and the boring of
the round as rounder a woman (babe)
she rolls and rolls - til moon and babe cry at night
cry for a mother's breast so full, as breast
so round so warm with milk, suckle, suckle it
all gone dry, all gone
those round-ton babes
as babe is born
of full and fat and roll'in babe - of round and thighs
sweet and whole, flesh on flesh
so full and round - til milk is dry all fall
round...as all fall down
as babe it born
of babe---
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012
ugh babes born of babes is a sad thought itself...seen far too often...love your continual return to round...and everything is certainly round in childbirth for sure...nice rhymes sprinkled through out make this flow really well bk
ReplyDeleteyour poem has a round feeling as well through the repetition and rhymes..and the circle closes in the end.. and again and again
ReplyDeletei like the rolling round and round...like an unending circle so hard to break...nice one ~
ReplyDeletewow this is a real tongue twister ...really enjoyed it thank you x
ReplyDeleteI too like the roundness of this poem...the circle of life...sorry for the lion king reference :) nice work!
ReplyDeleteThere's a wonderful playfulness with the words that I find charming and think fits the subject well.
ReplyDeletereminds me of this article By 2020 75 Percent of America Will Be Obese
ReplyDeletewonderful write, the flow and whimsical words and how they meld and sing together, perfect write, despite the subject
ReplyDeleteWhat a marvelous write! Perfect take on the picture!
ReplyDeleteGreat repetition! Your poem perfectly fits the painting.
ReplyDeleteBarbara, I believ you might be right. I KNOW you are 'write'. And...you write RIGHT!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Girl-Peep
PEACE!
Superb. A hymn of praise to rotundity - or not. But either way, brilliant.
ReplyDeleteNice to see a positive take on the art, even if the treatment is fittingly world-weary.
ReplyDeleteSad that so many babes are born of babes, but oh! this poem! Round and round and round it (roundly) goes. Birthing and boring (!) and rollin'--wonderful language, playful and also deep. Wonderful wonderful stuff. Thank you!
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