o
tommy
go boldly
it
was ever
your
way
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o
tommy
go boldly
it
was ever
your
way
stumbling
through words
that stumble
through me
carelessly
Humpty Dumpty
may've jumped he
might have fallen
the king's men
they be callin'
no poaching
^^^ HAHAHA!
Humpty Dumpty
whoopsy daisy
thank goodness!
over easy
When Humpty fell
his lovely dreams were
shattered~
Together again
despite horses and men
Humpty's leaking
Humpty-an egg
on a
wall-what hubris
The kings men
and horses
should've tried harder
Give me
your poor
but make
an appointment
Just one last Humpty one, I swear!
Humpty-
Whoosh,
crash,
splat,
gone in
sixty seconds...
You once held
my heart
in your hands
Fair is not air;
else,
I'd be dead.
a dew-crowned
morning
sparkles among
deep, shadowed greens
In the dark
they come for me
dreams
You know that
horses with hooves
all thumbs
Quit staring
at me 2 AM
I'm going
Whalebones and trombones
whistle wha-wha'd wind blown.
.
run, hide,
connive-your fate will
find you
the need inside
that is
never quite tamed
the day is full
of eight word poems
Sometimes
I cannot get out
of the day
sometimes
the day wraps around me
like tentacles
why don't you come
I'm all alone!
four fighting
pounds of boy-
breathe, baby, breathe
holding her hand
he hurriedly
honked his horn
those human voices
are waking us
at last
fear life
not its gentle peaceful
end.
Wow. Congrats, Qim....and all best wishes for a happy ending. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by qimissung
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Ideas rattle through.
I pick one
and run.
Thank you Cdn-I wrote this in response to a co-worker (and friend) who gave birth in early June-her due date was September 3. I met with mutual friends over the weekend who said she was incommunicado (my word)-she just goes to the hospital and pumps breast milk, then goes home and cries.
Her baby boy has gained one pound, and now weighs four pounds, but when they tried to move him to a smaller breathing machine, he had an "episode", in other words he quit breathing. My friend says he will survive, but I really cannot even imagine the fear she is living with (although I will say that my youngest was born six weeks early and weighed 5 pounds-but his lungs were so well-developed they questioned me about the due date! He is now 16 years old :)).
Thank you for your kind words-this little poem is a tribute to him.
I hope he does well. Babies truly are amazingly resilient creatures. My youngest son had two collapsed lungs at birth, and spent two weeks in Neonatal Intensive Care. I saw lots of those tiny tiny babies there. As small as two pounds. Gotta wonder. (sigh)Quote:
Originally Posted by qimissung
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Tiny baby bundles
struggling for
their next breath
(good luck, little one)
Two collapsed lungs! Really, it's a wonder WE survive. I like what Helen Hunt said after she had her daughter-that her heart was now outside her body-meaning that it was now with her child.
I like your poem, Cdn. I like all your poetry. You have the gift.
We who love others~
so fragile, so
resilient
Quote:
Originally Posted by qimissung
And they who love us back
so strong.
:)
That's just beautiful! I love it! Thanks for sharing. :) Yeah....I took a course in Human Biology about 187 years ago. Each human cell (of which we only have about 50 to 75 trillion!) is so incredibly complex, a miracle in its tiny entirety.... it's utterly amazing to me that our bodies work at all!!Quote:
Originally Posted by qimissung
Trillions upon trillions
little factories
creating life stories.
You are ever-so-kind, Qim. Everyone who writes here is an inspiration to me. I couldn't write at all if it wasn't for this great community of poets. I'm honoured to be a part of it. Thank you.Quote:
I like your poem, Cdn. I like all your poetry. You have the gift.
Me too. Oh, I LOVE your last one! Wow!
What is not
within something
larger than itself
Star light
star bright
eighth star
this night
A diller
A dollar
An eight o'clock scholar
hey, reader! ;A' is not a word , is it?