I feel like a stranger, watching a woman
give birth in a gush of cold glacier,
on a cold morning, on a cold bed.
Time has spread her legs and land folds,
against them dislodging crumbs
along its sharp drape. She bears down
against glaciers, her push moves earth
as she upends herself. Her grip
on high handle hills leaves fingernail rakings
in the coulees. She gives birth to herself
in disjointed numbers; triplets, batches, packs,
groves, cities, countries. She delivers them
to Great Father Sea. I watch and know Creation
at its most feral. I am carried downstream
to new islands being formed in fertile valleys
one woman after one woman, one birthing at a time.
In a list
A contest entry
- Picture This and Amaze me by Cupcrazy.
400 points, ended February 6, 2007, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I had to edit a mispell in my comment and am using that as my excuse to come back and reread this awh inspired piece again.You know me and nature poetry. It's my favorite thing!
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That would be soo cool. Wish I could go there. Don't have a means thought, but is so exciting just to think of.
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Wonderful!
I love nature and everything in it. This poem flowed well, good meter. My favorite lines: "I watch and know Creation at its most feral." Awesome!
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Thank you, Mighty. I have moved away from writing about nature for a bit but it is typical of me to be driven by what I see out my windows. I am tryign to force myself to look out rather than beings so introspective.
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This reads like a living, breathing piece of creation! full of excellent metaphore, rich in perfect imagery.
When I was in Canada, I saw first hand some of the most wonderful sights; glaciers, the mountains having allowed them to traverse alongside the folds of her skirts on their way to reach the lakes, where they reside in glorious hues of blue, awesome carvings of 3D beauty.
Each mountain having been forced by birthpangs of nature as you rightly say, settling down amidst other majestic surroundings, the sky but a mirror for their glory.
Your poem bought back those memories for me, they will always be there in my mind... reading this piece of work nudged my thoughts and refreshed those treasured memories for me.
Brilliant!
~Katie~
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I was lucky to be brought up at the foot of the rockies......Alberta is beautiful in its many diorama'd views...
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"I watch and know Creation
at its most feral. I am carried downstream
to new islands being formed in fertile valleys
one woman after one woman, one birthing at a time."
Ohhh, what a beautiful piece this is, my Sister...How very glorious & aware you are...Good luck in the contest, Sweetie...I loved Richard's comment...especially the last two paragraphs; so poetic is the Scribe...Sighhh...
Wanda
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I have promised myself, this week, to write a nature poem a day...I have to get out of my funk...be a bit more funky in a good way...lol
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This is an outstanding piece, I loved the metaphor that you weaved through this piece. Thank you for this wonderful entry. Off to the finalists list for you Bunny
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thank you cupcake. I never got notice of this HM....thank you so much.
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Excellent
Beautiful descriptions. Really took the reader with you. Good luck in the contest.
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wanna go? I am going in a few weeks...right to the heart of it.
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Guess that's why she's called Mother Earth. How all consuming an idea! Bone crushing glaciers carving out new life.Her offspring virtually everywhere you look. Excellent piece.~Suseann
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It is true....and tolive within miles of a beautiful glacier...and to watch Cameron Lake glacier disappear faster and faster every years, is a sad sad thing.
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