(Cesarean, Continued)
We arrived not long after
the sky gave birth to dawn--
my breasts tight, full
and you were still
curled beneath the weight.
We raged through the day
until the moon touched noses
with my screams, curious
to waves not of her making.
You were more militant while
I merely begged for deliverance.
I remember feet pressed firm
against my ribs, your protests,
a stomach full of angry bees
and I was more scared of you
than for you- life and death
entering my head like siamese twins.
Roll, kick, the strain of muscles
and then you straddled my hips,
backwards. Pull, push, the sterile
of surgical equipment and more than
12 hours after we arrived together,
we were finally pulled apart.
Author notes
Dylan Thomas (my firstborn's name... duh)
http://allpoetry.com/poem/1963981
http://allpoetry.com/poem/1943100
Sort of revision, combining two older pieces into one...
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beautiful
ah,.....The magic of birth, and you get to experience it one day all over againbut looking over the bed rather than up from it when you are a Grandma a long time from now
Lynda
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The we is curious at first - which shows an adjustment to the reader. Then swept along by waves that compete with the moon - going nose to nose was a strong image. Gravity builds towards the parting soon to happen. A "we" all the way till the end.
When do the heartbeats become distinct I wonder? And can you communicate in such a manner?
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I love how the beginning ties into the ending...it is such an intimate time, labour is (even if it is soooo darn painful ) Something so intense, something that cannot be shared by anyone else. Brilliant penning. I enjoyed reading, very much!
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I am off to read the others. You know I love all of your work; but especially the ones about children. You seem to capture that want we have as mothers. You may not speak of it directly but it's there. The want to give them better, more, enough. This was a exceptional penning as always Meli. Love ya, Trina
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the still immature slightly attatched part of me says 'ewww'
the sentimental growing up side says 'awww'
i like it
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Excellent piece,combining the duality of nature changing with human nature,the sky birthing the dawn I liked that,the bigger picture of the sky framing the life being birthed,the honesty of being scared by deliverence of the known which is an unknown quantity,the only problem I have is that the operation is named after a famous man,like it's in honour of him,when it surely should be called the mother of ceasarian after his mom who endured it to birth him eh? Yes we women are stronger than men,my sister has endured 4 "c" sections and I reckon any man would be sterilized after the first lol
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Thank you.
LOL So true. Yeah, the human race would die out after but one man endured a c-section. Poor things...
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Mmm.. I'm eating a nice sandwich, one sec..
Right. "We arrived not long after"
I love that. Because you obviously existed before hand, but it's like.. a new version of you arrives. It seems that you, as a mother, is very important to your sense of identity. So as you give birth to him, he gives birth to you.
"We raged through the day
until the moon touched noses
with my screams, curious "
Those three lines I thought were extremely clever. The first of them is raging.. then it softens to idyllic moons and skies touching noses in an affectionate beautiful scene.. then ruined by a scream. It seems so perfect for raising a baby. It'sall shits and giggles... and screams and screwed up noses.. The liens takes you on that ride.
"12 hours after we arrived together,
we were finally pulled apart.
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Shit, that was good. it just.. hits.. and you don't know whether to .. idk.. smile, cry..
yea. Another stunning write. But you don't have enough children to carry on this stage for tooooo long
You do have quite a few though actually.. -sigh- ah, but i like these poems, so it's ok.. carry on
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LOL Nope, not enough children to continue on for long...
Eh... I get in kicks and then out of them quick enough. Lately it's more of a go-over of my older pieces and see what can be done with them. I'm bored and out of subjects, really.
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yea.. me too.. I don't have any words at all at the moment. I want to, I really really want to write, but i am out of words..
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When you get into slumps like this, try revising pieces you've already written. Maybe not as drastic as this, but it is the best time for revision. It helps.
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