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post #21 of 71
whatcha think of this . . .


The Peony in the Backyard

Bloody organ
In a dirty hole
Below

Deep green leaves
Raw red blooms
Above

Many don’t understand
you, sleeping next to me
all night
Strapped to me
in sunlight

They don’t see
what was below
That throbbing placenta
Your heart in my belly

Feeding my roots
through your needy, crying, all-day, all-night infancy.
post #22 of 71
ok what do you think of these? I wrote them after an emergency c-section.

The Unmentionable

What has happened to Me?
My body was so healthy and strong
But something went vastly wrong.

I have a child
But I never gave birth
She was torn from me
To meet this earth.

And so is lost a connection
To a thousand who've gone before
The strength of womanhood
Diminished once more.

What has happened I do not know
I only see a scar, heart full of woe.

Tears

I'm sorry I'm sorry
A thousand times over I'm sorry!!
I cry tears in the night
Dimming your precious sight.

I'm sorry you were torn from me
To bright lights and loud voices
Denied the love from gentler choices.

I'm sorry they quickly cut our cord
Time a precious jewel
They could scarce afford.

I'm sorry in first memory so dim
A stranger holds you
While I longed to warm you unable to.
You were denied the nourishment at my breast
The warmth and comfort
Of all that's right and best.

I'm sorry they whisked you away
Not to be mine til another day.
My arms still ache at the thought.
Will my heart ever ceace to bemoan
Child of my love
In a room, sterile, artificial, alone?

I'm sorry this world greeted you
With its long arms mocking, sterile cold
Locked me in a prison
So my arms could not enfold.
I never dreamed you'd learn its cruelties so fast
My plans only to protect
But a nightmare came at the last.

I'm sorry at each prick of hte heel
I could not comfort, wipe your tears away
Oh the pain we are made to feel!

I'm sorry you received no protection
From strange sterile procedures
Which stole you away, denying our first connection
Untapped depths of love and affection.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! A thousand times over I'm sorry!
post #23 of 71
I am so embarrassed. I was so excited to share my poetry that I didn't even comment on the awesome poems everyone has written. I love reading the descriptions of life with babies espec. You are all so talented. I'm sorry to seem rude and post mine and ask for a comment without even commenting on anyone elses. :
post #24 of 71
:
so nice to imagine you, like me, scrawling in the midst of mothering. I'm really enjoying the reading. and another . . . .

mouthful

What rhymes with nipple?
I suppose there’s ripple
Not a lot to be done with cripple

My babies would tell you
that nipple
rhymes with
chug drip soothe

Officials from Enfamil
might prefer
pain deviant uncivilized

But I’ve got words for them
money money money

True, true
nipple doesn’t always
rhyme with
calm bliss delight

Nonetheless
May I suggest
sweet rush love.
post #25 of 71
Thread Starter 
Quote:
Originally Posted by OakdaleMama
:
so nice to imagine you, like me, scrawling in the midst of mothering. I'm really enjoying the reading. and another . . . .

mouthful

What rhymes with nipple?
I suppose there’s ripple
Not a lot to be done with cripple

My babies would tell you
that nipple
rhymes with
chug drip soothe

Officials from Enfamil
might prefer
pain deviant uncivilized

But I’ve got words for them
money money money

True, true
nipple doesn’t always
rhyme with
calm bliss delight

Nonetheless
May I suggest
sweet rush love.
I know what you mean
post #26 of 71
Thread Starter 
Attatched mama, I can relate to your plight. You may want to read my attatched essay in WIP for Dec about the ritual of birth (can't remember the exact title) It speaks to what you went through.

I have enjoyed all of the poetry, nothing specific to say right now in the interest of time, but all good

I hope some of the other writing mamas will chime in with some feedback.
post #27 of 71
Beloved K

I can't seem to find the post you mentioned and would like to read it. How do I get to it? Thanks!!!
post #28 of 71
Thread Starter 
Go to the WIP sticky note at the top of the page and it is in the third post down...just click on the attachment and open it when the prompt comes up. It's called* Rites of passage; Birth*

Let me know what happens if you try and it doesn't work. Some browsers have a hard time opening attachments, i hope you get there
post #29 of 71
Thread Starter 
That's * W.I.P. December* I don't know if i was clear about that.
post #30 of 71
Quote:
Originally Posted by BelovedK
Winding up, he talks fast,
panicking about the next day.
Blonde hair covering his eyes,
spinning in his own stratosphere.

The nightmares feel real,
wild eyed, morphing into a fiend.
Wide eyed innocence, out of control,
objects hurled across the room.

The nightmares feel real,
they come in the form of threats.
Imagined blood oozing from the knife,
embedded in mothers chest.

The nightmares feel real,
doors slam hard enough to crack plaster.
Obscenities shrieked,
following the trail of threatened blood.

The nightmares feel real,
they come in the form of abuse.
Sister, hiding in the corner,
as he shouts her into submission.

The nightmares feel real,
rolling in the form of waves.
Ten years old, dreaming his death,
hating the body he came with.

The nightmares feel real,
fading in the soft shape of whispers.
Gently calming, talking him down,
the mirror broken on the floor.

by BelovedK

Author's Comments:
"Life has been difficult, poetry helps me to pinpoint the moments, the feelings, the realities. I don't know what i would do if i didn't have a creative outlet. Thanks for reading this poem."


I am open for any kind of feedback
Wow. Just wow. Amazing words Beloved, just wow.
post #31 of 71
Quote:
Originally Posted by OakdaleMama
whatcha think of this . . .


The Peony in the Backyard

Bloody organ
In a dirty hole
Below

Deep green leaves
Raw red blooms
Above

Many don’t understand
you, sleeping next to me
all night
Strapped to me
in sunlight

They don’t see
what was below
That throbbing placenta
Your heart in my belly

Feeding my roots
through your needy, crying, all-day, all-night infancy.
LOVE that!
post #32 of 71
Here's my bit...written after my oldest was born....not so much poetry, just flowing thoughts and joy.


The Love of A Mother


It was as though I was never alive before you, as if not breathing. Your birth, on that brisk November morning was the day my heart began to beat.

You came out of my body with all the might and power I had in me to help you come forth. You, like a tiny fluttering gentle butterfly, leaving your warm cacoon. Helpless, precious, perfect. We both came to life in unison on that morning. You, an extension of my body, my soul, my heart.

I held you safely within my mother-womb for so many months, praying for your health and sending you my intense feelings of love, joy and comfort. As you slept soundly to the rhythm of my heartbeat, you grew from my love.

When this November morning arrived, I fought like a mother bear protecting her feeble cub to bring you unharmed into this looming world. To bring you to safety and security that only my loving arms could offer you, straight from the same peace and warmth that my womb had. For, whether it is in womb or in arms, there is no difference to a mother. Only that now I could watch your angel-like face peer up into my eyes, and that you could know from my smile how very much I adored, embraced, wanted and needed you to be my child.

But until I saw you for myself I knew I never truly breathed. I don't recall who I was or how I felt without you in my world. I was a mere woman.

Because of you I became a powerful voracious creature filled with the forceful love only a mother can feel. I have cherished being your mother from the moment I knew you were conceived and planted inside of my body, my divine flower.

I lived my days to help you grow peacefully, to keep you healthy and strong and safe. I watered you with all that I could to do so; love, joy, peace, harmony. I counted the moments until I could see you, hold you, feel you, smell you.

I live now for watching you grow. Ever fast, from my petite miracle of pink skin and dark hair, so dependent upon me for everything, into the beautiful, treasured walking, talking little version of me.

This has been the highlight of my existence. I could die happy today, if I were not needed tomorrow to be your mother.

You are my blooming flower, my shining star. You were born as a result of the light of a thousand moons to rest in the crevasse of my arms. I nurture you at my breast, and have since the hour of your birth.

At that time you suckled me for closeness, familiarity, and security, as the first droplets of my sweet milk began to flow for you. Throughout the months as I watched you nestle into me ravenous, arms and legs flailing recklessly in anger, needing the warm white ocean that flowed from my full mother-breasts.

And now, my little toddling talkative spirited soul, you boisterously sing the joys of my nurturing, and can ask for it by name when in need. Whether it is for comfort or a taste.

The spiritual sense of self you have cultivated in me, your mother, has brought me to places I have never dreamed possible. I look at you with teary eyes and I feel fire and ice combined in a hue of stunning glory.

You, my precious child, are the whole of my world, enveloping me at every turn. I know no other life now, nor do I ever want to. I live to be your mother.

Everytime I hold you close, smell your soft skin, I pause, and pray to never forget this precise moment in time. I dread losing you to all life has to offer, selfishly of course, because that is exactly what I want you to strive for and receive.

My eyes brim with tears as each day passes onto the next, and you age, one step closer, to independence. I pray you will always need me. I want you to forever remember these earliest moments in your childhood, somehow, or be able to go back in your mind's eye and recollect these feelings you receive from me now; security, love, peace, adoration, warmth, happiness, bliss.

I want you to carry these feelings with you throughout your life, and call upon them in times of need. I will always make sure that you do. For you will always be my precious child, born to me on that brisk November morning.

I will always be thankful that God chose you to be my child, and honoured me in this way. That He saw me fit to raise you in my image. I am privileged to even know the warmth of your hugs, the kindness in your delicate kisses, the absolute joy in your voice, and the gentle nature of your touch.

You are my child, my vision, and my delight. And for that, I am so grateful.
post #33 of 71
Oh April, thank you for that simple, wondrous praise. You just made me re-read my own poem . . . and feel proud of my writing. Thank you indeed! --Nancy
post #34 of 71
Quote:
Originally Posted by OakdaleMama
Oh April, thank you for that simple, wondrous praise. You just made me re-read my own poem . . . and feel proud of my writing. Thank you indeed! --Nancy
Oh you're very welcome. It just got to me, my second dd's placenta remains in our deep freeze and I've yet to decide where to plant it.........but your poem just tugged at me.
post #35 of 71
Thread Starter 
[QUOTE=my2girlsmama]

You were born as a result of the light of a thousand moons to rest in the crevasse of my arms. I nurture you at my breast, and have since the hour of your birth.

I look at you with teary eyes and I feel fire and ice combined in a hue of stunning glory.
END QUOTE

I love the whole peice, these are my favorite parts, very heartfelt
post #36 of 71
[QUOTE=BelovedK]
Quote:
Originally Posted by my2girlsmama

You were born as a result of the light of a thousand moons to rest in the crevasse of my arms. I nurture you at my breast, and have since the hour of your birth.

I look at you with teary eyes and I feel fire and ice combined in a hue of stunning glory.
END QUOTE

I love the whole peice, these are my favorite parts, very heartfelt
Thank you Beloved! It's been awhile since I read it and now compounded by emotions over my first growing up and now by toddler being here...well...........I guess I should write a follow up! LOL.
post #37 of 71
ima2simcha: Your poem made me feel like I was there. The words were so perfect. Would you mind if I printed it out to read again in the future?
post #38 of 71
jenneyrebecca: Your's grabbed me, too. The hip jutting out empty, great imagery.
post #39 of 71

silly little thing about the forums and the mag. (I took the title literally)

Mothering...
If I knew how many changes you would bring
to my life
to my thoughts
I might have fought
off the urge to click the mouse
and stayed complacent in my house
free from the knowledge of all the things
the dangers that modern parenting brings.

Mothering...
I want you to know the changes you have brought
to my son
to my family
to my life

but the list is to long
and every day I seem to change
to learn to grow to turn the page
from ignorance to empowered sage
changing my world for my son


I know that things will never be the same
and some days when I am feeling lame
I wish that I could turn the clock back
drink my soda without thinking about the peoples lives ruined to create it
pass a school without wondering what kind of exemption my son will need
see a can of formula and not associatte it with greed

but here I am
and that clocks hands keep moving forward
and I keep trying to do my best
for my son
for myself
for those I love

and I'm grateful that there is mothering


*I wanted to write a funny poem but I kind of threw this together instead. Anyway the wording sucks but I think most of us share a little bit of emotion about our home away from home on the web. **I don't really want feedback because it is what it is and that's a thrown together poem whose one good feature is that I think it shares my frustrated love for these forums. Thanks!


***** Oops. I should not have access to this forum. I didn't see any stickies, describing forum purpose and rules so I thought I was free to post. Apologies all around. I'd like to leave the post up if no one minds, but won't hesitate to delete if anyone pm's me.
post #40 of 71
Thread Starter 
Quote:
Originally Posted by pumpkinsmama


***** Oops. I should not have access to this forum. I didn't see any stickies, describing forum purpose and rules so I thought I was free to post. Apologies all around. I'd like to leave the post up if no one minds, but won't hesitate to delete if anyone pm's me.


You are *absolutely* welcome to post in this forum, that is what it is for, sharing our writing. The only thing you can't do it start a new thread...PM me if there is a new thread you want to start
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