Sensorium Complete
The Birthday
Intimate warmth swaddles my world
aqueous heritage shared.
Architectonic waters swirl,
our hearts eternally paired.
• • •
Tympanic pulses of naked trust
cloak me, content, in your matrix.
Caressing nutrients you thrust,
cloning your life and genetics.
• • •
Your lilting voice, stereophonic,
from a distance, sweetly portends.
Dancing in my mind, melodic,
My birthday is coming, a grand event.
• • •
Very soon, when I’m charmed to the light,
you’ll touch my hand, I’ll see your face.
Sensorium, our five senses ignite.
Embellishing a sixth, your grace.
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Dedicated to all the grace of all mothers. Birthdays should be as much about the mother who bore their children for months, suffered great pain, and risked their own life to bring another into this world.
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J. S. Wade
Since reading Tolkien in Middle school, I have been fascinated with creating, reading, and hearing art through story’s and music. I am a perpetual student of writing and life.
J. S. Wade owns all work contained here.
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I LOVE IT GREAT WORK JUST BEAUTIFUL !!!!!!!!!!!
This is gorgeous.
beautifully written
Very beautiful ♥️♥️♥️
lovely❤️👏! Congratulations on your top story ✍🏼
Lovely writing, Scott! So amazing. Congratulations on your Top Story!💙Anneliese
Deep connection between their souls. The careful weaving together of feelings. Wonderful!!!
Congratulations on your Top Story🫶🏾💯🎊‼️
Awesomeness 💯❤️‼️
Pure joy to read.
Well-deserved top story Scott, congratulations!
What a beautiful piece dedicated to all the mothers in this world. Well done!
congrats my friend, very well deserved
Congratulations on the top story!!
Very glad to see this made Top Story! Congratulations!
This is absolutely stunning. I love the sixth sense ❤️ well done
I always used to call my mother on my birthday to say Thank you. Beautiful poem as always and made me think of her. ❤️
This was a truly intricate piece, it was just beautiful. Congratulations on your top story!
Beautiful Scott. I had to read this twice. The language is masterfully layered. Great entry and Congratulations on Top Story.
Oh wow, this deserved a Top Story nine times over! Wonderful writing!
SO WELL DESERVED! Congrats on top story, Scott!
Congrats on the top story
Phenomenal writing!
You know, that makes so much sense. Birthdays should belong to the mothers. A mother with 4 kids should have 4 birthday because technically she gave birth. She did everything, lol! Why do we celebrate our birthday? It feels so absurd. Anyway, I loved your poem!
So much to discover in this piece! Amazing take on the challenge and just in time for Mother's Day. Way to think outside the box!