A Mirror Floating in Water

Miscarriage

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, 10-03-2009 at 07:44 PM (792 Views)

Fleeting night in bonfire
Conception at midnight
Brief solidarity.

The moon plummets down upon the sprinkling air
The alcohol sanitizes hands, artificial water.
The luminous reflection which so seemed to be the plunging
Twine, now splashes upon the shimmering lake.
Reflection of face and silent memory, awakening
Empty forest once alive, integrating
Signs of reiterating wake
Regurgitating ache
Plummets down to the filtering vacuum.
Fetus, a dry expectation
Already, once dead.

“Doth thee have the shimmering glow of thy lunar orbit in thine hands?
Crush it”

Updated 10-04-2009 at 12:03 AM by DanielBenoit

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Buh4Bee - 10-03-2009 10:10 PM
What does this mean? Aren't you describing an abortion:

"plummets down the filtering vacuum."

Updated 10-04-2009 at 09:04 AM by Buh4Bee
DanielBenoit - 10-04-2009 11:08 AM
Hard to explain. . . .

It's a miscarriage not an abortion by the way.
Buh4Bee - 10-04-2009 12:24 PM
It reminds me of a poem I wrote about abandonment. It was about the moon, hands and a little owl. I often see similar themes all over the forum.

I suppose you are right, its about a miscarriage. A terrible theme for a women who is expecting her first (me).

Thanks for the response. I like your blogs about movies. Pulp Fiction is fantastic!
jersea
mtpspur - 10-04-2009 11:35 PM
Well my wife and I have survived a miscarriage so I found your poem--interesting if just a bit unsettling. But life is by no means free from suffering. Nor should it be.