How a poem is born, says Elsy, in this verse, exclusively for Different Truths.
The quill dodged her finger tip
to vent her pent-up grief
and delivered a poetic babe
wet behind ears.
She tested its pulse here
pace there….
But the precocious babe
ordered,
‘Take your hands off,
and let me be’!
And she let it be.
In the chair she dwelt
she sighed in silence
at the futility
of dwelling in a poem
for full days seven
without stirring
even a single syllable.
It was a full-term delivery
of a fully mature babe!
©Elsy Satheesan
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Elsy Satheesan is a retired Professor of English. She had been teaching in colleges under the Govt. of Kerala, India. Currently, she resides in Virginia, USA. ‘Random Musings’ is her first volume of poems. ‘Summer Snow’, is the forthcoming one. Her poems have been published in national and international anthologies. Short stories in Malayalam have been published in weekly and fortnightly, in Kerala. Humanity is her religion, and poetry, her passion.
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Love the dwelling of this baby-well written Elsy