a woman gives birth in deepest forest,
cleanses child of its journey,
rubs it vigorously to bring out its lusty cry,
and there is hope, singing out
under great leaves of darkness
in shawl-drawn sky, brass-button stars
pin those desires in the ether:
like eyes of elders
peering over a cradle
eyes wet with wonder and wishes
bring babe to breast, she releases
what only earth can, as thick as cream,
as yellow as emerging dawn
and encourages suckling
the held-breath hour as sun rises,
light filters through a dance of orbs,
quiet as a maternity ward at moment of crowning;
newborn’s eyes squeezed tightly,
as if all it ever needed was this
woman looks upwards,
lump from stomach diminished
but the one in her throat
leaves no room for words
and causes her to hum
Author notes
prompt chosen = 2) A poem begins with a lump in the throat. ~Robert Frost
In a list
A contest entry
- Quote contest for you by Manoj Sanyal.
370 points, ended August 31, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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beautifully written! Grats on your gold!


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Very well expressed.
Thanks for your participation. Good luck.
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ty manoj Sanya, this is oen of those poems that coems imemdiately when given a chance. Ty, as well for the gold.
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I just adore the imagery of this write...
Excellent entry..
Many blessings to you and your pen~
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"in shawl-drawn sky, brass-button stars
pin those desires in the ether:
like eyes of elders
peering over a cradle
eyes wet with wonder and wishes"
Perfect~

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ty for your comments Asdzaa. I am glad the images scrolled for you.
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"and there is hope, singing out
under great leaves of darkness"
Always, you write the deepest shivers & sounds of silence with such amazing clarity. What an immaculate ending to a magnificent penning, my dear Friend. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie.

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ty, dear heart. I am not well and have a difficult time concentrating enough to even write. But this one knew its place.
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