My first poem of the New Year.

A Womb with a View

Will I whistle when I walk
give off a hum as breezes
cross the hollow drum where
parts will be departed?

Can I shun the ordinary
everyday handbag I carry
and stash my cash where
now my organs play?

I only ask to delay choosing
the day you get to
run with scissors through
my personal playground

Finally, how long will I
have to pretend I accept
that the end result of this
is something God intended?

Karyn J. Powers

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Comment by Karyn J. Powers on May 1, 2010 at 1:15pm
Just picked up a 3rd Place with this at the 21st Annual Writers Institute at The University of Wisconsin.
Comment by I. J. Parker on January 27, 2010 at 8:21am
I like.

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