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lou
lou

Womb to Tomb

Womb To Tomb

We were born naked kicking and screaming
Infinite potential personified and gleaming
Dragged into the iridescent light of a new day

Perfectly oblivious, fabulously ignorant
Unsullied by human intervention
Blissful sublime in our naivety

Held safe against your mother's breast
The womb was not yet vacated
The cord unbroken

School begins and the world rushes in
We are forever altered
Our senses assaulted by the reality of life

Life moves on full pelt
If adolescence doesn't kill then
We find the strength to face the working world

If we are lucky we find love and begin to make
Sense of it all, we have meaning
We feel safe

At the end of the day we exit this world
With the hope that it was all worthwhile
That we achieved something

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: West London, GBR

Favorite Poets: Pablo Neruda , Jack Kerouac, Alan Ginsberg, D.H Lawrence, Jim Morrison's lyrics,

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Comments

S

scribbler

13 years 2 months ago

hi lou

as life accelerates as the result of passing time we all must wonder if we've done anything worthwhile........stan

lou

lou

13 years 2 months ago

Stan

how true

Lou

lou

lou

13 years 2 months ago

Kelsey

thank you very much, i'm pleased that you likes it.

Lou

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

13 years 2 months ago

Dear Lou,

I liked the piece, but IMHO it some of the verses seem to lack the passion thsat is so strong throughout all of your other writes. I liked these lines:

At the end of the day we exit this world
With the hope that it was all worthwhile
That we achieved something

always, Cat (& eddy)

judyanne

judyanne

13 years 2 months ago

hi lou

'We were born naked kicking and screaming
Infinite potential personified and gleaming
Dragged into the iridescent light of a new day' - a great opening

i love the rhyme - especially the hidden as in
'School begins and the world rushes in
We are forever altered
Our senses assaulted by the reality of life'

but somehow as it progresses, the write loses its 'oomph'
it becomes a 'telling' instead of a 'description' if you understand what i mean

still love it, but it fades towards the end :)
love judy

Esker

Esker

13 years 2 months ago

gauntlet

television cereal
and reality past three
..
school..(dread)
luckily for me I was shunned in grade five!
I just survived the gauntlet to eighteen
where one becomes elible to vote and
to go off and kill for ones flag!
(Then you are a somebody important and worth the while)
something I turned down
and poetry and darkness I picked up

Im making my imperfect little family unit but its mine
At least I got one!!! and when Im gone maybe all this
work will mean something

Intense and lively poem Lou I do relate muchly to this!