Charles Jagongo

Rookie - 464 Points (1972 / Kenya, Africa)

A Cry From The Gate - Poem by Charles Jagongo

A belly, heaving, a body that shivered in cold
A cry so distant, piecing hearts gone cold
Its head, veins ran like ropes, tying fire wood

An alarm it raised, a siren it blew
A mother, cold hearted, a mother who knew
The initial journey, when it started out of blue.

A life, brought, to a world, his dreams knew not
Instinctual desires, comprehension, not
Reflex for survival, steamed, energized, death, here, not

A nun, a Virgin Mary, had never experienced child making
A cry from the gate, pieced her heart, in sanctity, reached, and carrying
The baby, in her armpits, forehead kissed, a new window opening.


Comments about A Cry From The Gate by Charles Jagongo

  • Suelyn Walters (8/29/2012 1:12:00 PM)


    This is an excellent poem and I love the way it tells a story here. Keep up the excellent work Charles! (Report) Reply

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  • (8/24/2012 5:35:00 AM)


    A very fine poem, with lots of strong imagery and fine lines. Just one small point, I would delet the commas after
    never and experienced in the last verse, perhaps use less commas, but that is your choice of course. A very good
    poem.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 24, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 24, 2012


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