by Chris G. Vaillancourt
I arrived for tomorrow,
Immersed still in innocence,
to your willing womb.
Mother, we did not
choose this path.
Not I. Not you.
But here I've come
to plant the
seed of progress.
But you already knew
that my flesh would
not have transcendence.
Whispered conversations
were held and I
could not understand the words.
I had my transcendence.
An outflowing of blood.
I will not arrive tomorrow.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Chris G. Vaillancourt was born on, April 5, 1959, in Windsor, Ontario, Canada. From an early age, writing poetry was his primary means of explaining the world to himself. His first poem was published when he was still a teenager, and as he aged, his portfolio has grown. In the 1980's his first chapbooks were published, paving the way for an extensive list of published works. He has had 4 books published, with more surely to follow. Chris G. Vaillancourt may be considered one of the best contemporary poets of this age.
Last updated October 25, 2011