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_Shannon_
12-06-2010, 02:33 PM
The stretch and pull of pregnant bodies
twisting the path down the road
to not enlightenment, but heavy
plodding steps in which hips ache
and back bends away from the center
of gravity which shifts imperceptibly.

Heavy bellies all full of legs
and arms and roiling motion.
Churning seas of magma under
skies darkened by bombardment
as a planet forms, absorbing
impacts of deep space projectiles.

The cataclysm of coming through
spans over immeasurable time
that memories cannot recollect
without distortion and revision,
distilling moans and anguish down
to facts and timetables and what happened when.

Collective pant- breathe waiting, waiting
for another new beginning. The pause
an intensity
of fire and blood and water.
The devastation of all that was before,
slips out in one final push.

12.6.2010

_Shannon_
12-06-2010, 02:38 PM
I was thinking maybe Rebirth as a title. But I'm not sure.

PrinceMyshkin
12-06-2010, 03:55 PM
I wouldn't have understood "rebirth" as the title, unless I really stretched and imagined or invented a subtext but I like it fine as it is, for the visceral muscularity of it. I reckon this is about as close as I'm ever going to get to actually bearing a child!

_Shannon_
12-06-2010, 11:32 PM
Well it isn't simply physical birth--but the many births we (I) go through becoming a new me. Each of my 8 babies has obliterated old me and this new me stands in place of the ole--but also those big transitions in life where we birth ourselves anew.

I dunno if that makes any sense or not. LOL!

Only I would write an apocalyptic birth poem. :D

_Shannon_
12-07-2010, 12:40 PM
My husband says projectiles has to go.

hillwalker
12-07-2010, 04:35 PM
Like Prince I felt sympathetic labour pains after reading this - I'm tempted to suggest the title 'After Eight' (tongue in cheek, of course).

H :-)

_Shannon_
12-07-2010, 06:34 PM
After Eight...lol! Love it!

Delta40
12-09-2010, 09:12 AM
I like how you transform the pregnant state from a simple idea to a profound newness of all that was, with, as you say, one final push. It has a metamorphic tone to be sure and you build up to it very well.

Let us all feast on the placenta of creativity!