The air swam with a humidity,
thick and pungent like sweat and blood.
All of my hopes and effort had culminated
into one night, one night of pain and dreams.
One early morning of miracles.
Strangers came in introducing themselves
and relocating strange gadgets.
Your father served me ice chips;
I hoped enough would numb the strain.
Till the man with the drugs arrived,
I was happy then and calm and strong
or so I tried to be.
The long wait had come to and end.
The fleeting moment I dreaded and wanted
was fast approaching and to my delight
the world melted when I beheld
the brightest light.
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-Reni -
This is very good. I loved the line about the drugs coming, I don't know how any women would give birth without them .The fleeting moment I dreaded and wanted.. WOW
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good job
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Extrordinary!
I am impressed by the depth of your talent, nitefire. One of the reasons I mostly read the female poets is because they lead my mind to places I could never comprehend or imagine. Reading this poem I foolishly feel as if I've given birth too, but been spared the pain. I now carry within my being at least a partial picture of what its like to deliver. For that, I am in your debt.
A60sMan
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When in a moment we behold ourselves and the world without the intermediary of our own mind, we become one with the light. The splendor of a forever without being lost inside a conversation, the immediacy and vibrancy of life undulled by being filtered though a thought becomes our awakening. Joy is the energetic expression of love and we are alive beyond all our dreams.
This poem sounds so much like the darkness before the dawn and the awakening to the wonder of Light.
Love Tom B.
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love this poem...here's a view from the male side:
Coronation.
I cuddle him in my untrained arms
freshly arisen from the wombs embrace
magi-like...his warm glow shimmers
from his great Cesarean entrance
attendants scramble round to cleanse him
with humble reverence as he's swaddled and
gently crowned with soft knit blues
then delivered to his kingdom
a world that I'll lay at his feet
his bright eyes gaze on me...discovering
a new umbilical...one half of
ties that bind...he'll call me Dad
as I sustain him through the years
my tiny prince...a royal gift...
a blessing from the king above.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~O->......Artis
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Birth or death?
This is an amazing poem that suggests to my mind that the main character is a victim of a terrible accident or terrorist act and is critically injured and then at the end, dies.
Beautifully written! 
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Wonderful Imagery
Wonderful imagery to describe birth. At the beginning of line six, you may want to correct Stangers to Strangers. Keep on spilling ink from your heart.
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