The Winter Born

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 01, 2017

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The Winter Born

By John Jimoh

The born at foyer have no bell

But visible in protruding

As the near birth looms with tortures

And pleasures mingle

Over the period as borne by the woman

Foraging in the path of fortitude and

Weariness that only few absorbs

This born tears the womb open

And screeches upon a leap

With a  pinching voice of dilemma

The gift knows no construct

Lips sing of the new birth

With forensic of time and tide

Not knowing what the season holds

The winter frowns and smiles

The lips of the autumn bites hard

As the summer grows tears in jaws

Leaving the spring a leaving do

The born walk on this threshold

Leaving history a print of tales

Some to ugliness in the mind's eye

The beauty of the winter-born has

Clothed itself with a white apparel

Covering all the troubles of life

In one fold!


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