Nativity Poem by Francie Lynch
Nativity
A dove descends,
Wings flapping, each beat discernable,
Like an annunciation.
The idea, an immaculate conception,
Untainted, pure and blessed,
A secular epiphany raised to deity,
And behold,
The nativity of verse.
Heavy,
In the midst of countless skulls;
No eyes, lips or ears.
I am the father
Trusting I will die before my child,
Believing it will outlive me
To shade the world.
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5/6/2024 5:14:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a good poem of creative writing? .........well written.