The Desperation of Ovulation
This monthly campaign my body wages to conceive
Is growing fiercer in its intensity.
It strives, blind to its futility, toward what it seeks for me;
But I have already three
Darlings, whom I adore,
And there shall not be four.
Yet these engagements are beginning to take their toll,
And on the whole,
My mental state fares not so well.
I am starting to believe
It might be worth a pregnancy
To cease these dizzying swings
From Cosmic Zen to Holy Hell.
CARRIE DANAHER HOYT is a life-long lover and writer of poetry. It is her humble opinion that poetry is the highest form of human communication. Poems (she says) at once highlight what is unique and what is universal in humanity; the bond between writer and reader is intimate and sincere (kind of like Facebook, only better).
Carrie lives in Massachusetts where she is a wife and mother of three school-aged kids. To pay the bills (as her poems don’t yet do this) she works as an estate planning attorney. Beside family and poetry, she loves travel, volunteer work and concerts.
-TWITTERIZATION NATION: 8-10-2017