Ventriloquist by Kristina Woodhill He threw a voice to the baby Chuckled at the babble Bubbling up, popping freely From astounded fish lips Sounds leaping from a swinging uvula perch Erupting from the tiny moist cave Benign firecracker consonants Kissing long lazy “a's” Echo, echo, Echo, echo Meaty tongue pushing and pulling Sound bites, tasting word prefixes Savoring each sweet head-over Tumbling suffix Life-long connections Rushing to meet for the first time 07/28/2012 Posted on 07/29/2012 Copyright © 2026 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by George Hoerner on 07/29/12 at 02:32 AM So very lovely Kristian. I have a new grand daughter who is just 4 months old and my daughter swears she is trying to talk. We also have a new grand son who just turned one. He is starting to walk and is about as advanced as I was in the 3rd grade. Very nice lady. Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/02/12 at 02:56 PM I too appreciate the way you have eloquently, swimmingly voiced the experience. Again I am reminded with what precision a poet listens. Thanks for the frolic and the moment. Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/07/12 at 12:05 AM Refreshingly different Kristina. Who can resist the inclusion of a baby and all they're prone to do? Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/02/12 at 02:06 PM so much to gather here in this garden of earthly delights, all of it garbed in the most exquisite language. this ode is a virtual and veritable feast for the eyes and the heart and the spirit. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.1 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 73 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)