My Unborn Child Poem by tanerea lee

A poem is, so to speak, a word picture. A poem does not need a line structure, rhythm or rhythm, but they help. This poem is written in the form of prose, a sort of poetic prose, and I do not think it works. I think God rates a capital G if the Child does... and surely it was a matter of God sending the child to the womb and not the wound! And of course it is 'worth while' and not 'worth wild'. Typos are so easy to make, and errors in spelling line up behind one's fingers... but you have to get into the habit at putting your amazing world shattering poem (we all think that) to one side for a week and read it like a reader rather than the besotted author. Keep writing, but try a different form. (and go back and edit this one)