poetry

1. Hert 1
The Builder’s Complex
They wished to create a new home, you see;
Only the best for this soon-to-be-three.
One flawless builder who’d fulfill every need
If souls baptized, solely under His creed.
This couple accepted his ten demands;
Rebellion, he warned, brought unwanted plans.
Young two, enlightened, faith stone set by glee,
Instincts surrendered; blissfully set free.
Ground was broken, and new life’s blood was spun,
By the 6th day, wood-nail piles became one;
Made to display his sun-kissed exposed beams,
An art piece designed for sweet baby dreams.
(Corporeal needs deemed worthy it seemed)
Progress abound, ascension brought to light!
Whispery musing, advisory plight,
In matriarch’s ear, a hinted desire;
A fruit-bearing tree “would” be admired.
Cravings invited her pregnated will,
Action ignited; tree-hill became real.

2. Hert 2
His builder’s complex, blueprint defiled,
Disowned the client, defiant like child.
He wondered what had wooed her alliance;
Discovered in numbers time/space science,
His temple and command yet she had dared;
Empathy emptied; once wrath wrought none spared.
Perfection restored to the heavenly,
Posthumously awarded for slavery.
Chaotic melodic promised subjects,
Purpled their home in blood of innocence.
The advisor who’d visited sleep one eve,
Stood unconsciously on guard, no reverie;
Encouraged love, the belief in others,
And nurtured her new life as mother.
Baby walking with the energy of bees.
Mom, sleep forgotten, dropped down on her knees,
Hands clasped, yet again, her solitude revealed.
Rise now, remembered, layers sweetly peeled.

3. Hert 3
Reversed our fate, checkmate, by numbers physics sealed.
Earth, maternal, fed us until we healed;
Grounded, her hands unclasped, agricultural,
Surviving to be stardust, magical.
--Carrie Hert