It all began with admiration
A touch in the soul folllowed
Something suddenly started to brew
I conceived. I became pregnant.
mood changes became noticeable.
my eyes no more lovely to my child
I was rushed to a maternity clinic
Instead of the normal birth canal
the baby came through the head
it was a poem.
Wonderful metaphor! Excellent poem!The birthing process is very close to what a poet goes through. I once did a poem on being pregnant with words and how relieved we are when they are finally born;-)
Ah, perfect metaphor for us writers: for, indeed, we birth our poems and prose, then nurture and protect it like a baby; daring anyone to harm it. Grrrr! Excellent, Abdi. ~~Bonnie Q
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poignant line..
it's rather amazing how one becomes MOODY whilst one is birthing a poem...well done Abdi...
a unique write indeed...*smile*
Vesna :)
and how lovely are your children--birthed through pain
a most intelligent, cleverly penned piece--*BRAVO, dear brother*
a keeper--thank you
((((HUGS)))) and love,
karla. :)
I really like this; this is a very unique perspective on how a poem is birthed! Very well done; truly enjoyed~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D