1. Paragraph
We give birth to ourselves. We bear down through pain and sorrow to
ensure future nations. Daughters are groomed well and held through the process by grandmothers and mothers, sisters, and aunts. Words of encouragement carry them through their pain. The relief that comes with the squall of another daughter is priceless beyond words. The births of sons are promises to be kept. They are brought up on the breasts of mothers who teach them to honor co-creation’s cohorts. We are born, one child at a time.
2. Poetic prose
Under the dark of night, women bite down on pain and sorrow, on umbilical cords, to insure earth is ever hung on to. Inhabiting womb of earth, sons and daughters sprawl across the birthing linen of land. Daughters are dropped from the blooms and beasts and bent-low mothers to take their place in the land and habitual habitation of this home. Breasts flow freely to nourish each next generation no matter the grief we are given, and give, by the light of day.
3. Poem
whisper me words
wound and connected
from the Great Mother
to her children
who are born
under the blinking eyes
of our ancestors
child’s crush between
resistant bones, pain-wrought
by mothers knowing
how hard landing is
comforted only by sweet
song and remembrance
rich milk and honey
land of our fathers
a sudden cry
in new language
ensures rapture
as wounding ceases
and world becomes
what child will make of it
Author notes
Artwork by the Polish artist, Dominika Kłosińska -- Hour of Care -- from her collection, Heavenly Sundial. She also exhibited her collection, Inside the Energy at Jadite Galleries, New York, during June 2006.
Webpage: www.Dominikaklosinska.com.pl
E-mail: dominikaklosinska@yahoo.com
In a list
A contest entry
- TRIO by myrataal.
900 points, ended January 29, 2007, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Touching to the soul !
WOW!!! I want to bow before you in spirit for you are so wise and well read, so learned and powerful. I can feel that sitting so far from you. Your choice of words is really awesome especially the first sentence of the poetic prose part. The part a woman plays in the process of creation and sustainance of life is brought out so clearly and meaningfully here. I liked the use of assonance and alliteration in the poem. I love the way the poem ends...so much is said in the last stanza and so true it is indeed that the world becomes what child will make of it. It reminds me of the song, "We are the world, we are the children, we are the ones to make a better place, so let's start giving". I just love that song and in this poem I could feel that song lingering in the background. I like the imagery throughout the poem. "We are born one child at a time" - wow, none could say it better. I like how the paragraph starts with "we give birth to ourselves" and ends with "we are born one child at a time". It just makes it so more beautiful in a visual sense. It is like seeing the birth of every being on this earth before your eyes. I am not able to understand the title of this whole write, "i.e., Working world with words". Could you explain it to me, please? You have great profoundness and meaning woven so creatively into this whole work. It just makes me feel so good to connect with you on AP((hugs))
Congratulations on the silver cup. Very very well deserved
: Thank you so much for sharing this jewel with us. Applause!!!
Charishma Ramchandani
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Congrats on the silver! I feel bad entering the contest on the last day and then winning... I just was hoping for some exposure, that's all. I loved your explanation of the connection of the woman to the world, reminds me of that wolf statue... with the 2 babies... can't remember what it's called.
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Congratulations ...
on a worthy trophy, for work that impressed me. Thank you for entering.
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I must confess that it took me a bit of time to recognize the process here; time rewarding and profitable. In the effort to work through the truth that the needs of the individual and the needs of the group will always be in tension, I must confess that I felt slighted (being male) in the paragraph, between your celebratory language for the female, and the vague aside of the male. In your permutations, it seemed the male theme was dropped altogether. I was flirting with offense, and seeing its evidence, until carefully retracing my steps to find that was not the case at all. Offended people may see things that were never there...
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Thank you for the comment and, as I im'd you, I meant no affront. there is a new book out, "Soul Gifts: The World's Self-help Book", Barbara Gill, that is starting a movement of the Fifth Hoop where women, who are ready, will ahve to fulfill their desitny and men will need to fill their part as well. There are women who will have nurtured sons, brother, fathers, uncles, friends, that will need to be the strength and protection for thoe who move into the world to bring Peace about in a feminine way. There is a gathering at Campobello Island, later this summer, that will begint he ripple through gathering. I come fromt hat mindset just now since I am The Voice to the theme of the book. ---just an aside, but thought you might be interested..
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I stand in awe ...
on reading strong sentiments, structured in creative work, masterfully searching to unveil the beautiful language of emotions within the language of art and of poetry. The alliterative title suggested that which followed. Thank you for a neat and profound completion of these tasks! -
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Thank you myrataal, again. Thsi was a great process to go through and one I hope you will attempt in some way again, to offer to us.
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Carol . . . this was such a beautiful thing for me to read after dealing with my own family trials over the last week. Motherhood . . . wonderfully put forward from the honesty of your pen . . . thank you.
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I have seven children and I got better at it as each one came. My younger ones benifited from my knowleget hat ech child has a divine destiny and that I must nurture that in them. I see the differences in my chidlren as evidence of how I afforded them the ability to be that gift they were/are to the world. In turn, I see how my 19 ( soon 20) grandchidlren are being influenced by the way I raised their parents. thsoe that are giving their chidlren freedom to let their souls unfold without conscription are happier, fuller, souls.
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