Saturday, July 19, 2014

Motherblood






Motherblood

there was magic at the birth of you
fresh from the storming forest of my
womb, without words you came in a
rush of water, consequence and creator
of passions past and future - now - the present 
hangs - while I, changeling-aging-creature, jump 
without a net into the black yawping hum of the abyss, waiting
when the thrive of motherhood is irrevocably, inconsolably ended



~


The Sunday Whirl

26 comments:

  1. Oh, Pearl, this poem takes me through a familiar journey. Truly powerful!

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  2. This is something men do not understand until they are much older. We both have a precious life giving gift; men are so foolish and mindless with theirs,

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    1. you truly are a Good Egg - thank you for the comment - let's hope not all men are so foolish - some are as wise as you :)

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  3. "the storming forest of my womb"

    I am awestruck by the power and majesty of this image!

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  4. It always amazes me, the different tacks people take with the prompt. Especially as I often struggle to find just one. Well done.

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  5. Forceful images, not just about life giving but also about acceptance and coming to terms with a new stage in life.

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  6. Perhaps being a mother changes not ends..i know i could use one every now and again..and I'm an old bird! There is a great sense of foreboding however..waiting to descend like a rainstorm

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  7. You have written the truth of the life journey of women, Pearl, a point we all reach and have to come to terms with.

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  8. Mother love! What amazing images of women, even for those who have not borne. Being there at one's own birth may be enough for feeling this leap.

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  9. Although not a mother with a "womb"', as a father that accepted the "gift" and nurtured it with love, I too felt your words of "...is irrevocably, inconsolably ended." I may sit, once in awhile, and rock in my chair with small tears of joy in their absence.
    A well written piece.
    ZQ

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    1. Deeply appreciate your comment - my own father was as bonded

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    1. Lovely when it does not - agree no reason for bond to ever break

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  11. A mother's love is so powerful, and also renders us helpless for awhile as our children leave the nest...you've captured this beautifully.

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  12. Oh! Beauty! Mothers deserve every bit of love!

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  13. I can see a pregnant belly in the moon picture. This is beautiful, Pearl.

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  14. So powerful poem! Such really divine moments!

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  15. This is powerful, Pearl. I so know the feeling!

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  16. Very creative spin. Lovely

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  17. Beautifully captured and articulated. Especially like the "the storming forest of my womb".

    Elizabeth

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  18. I loved the beginning and the end of it here--beautifully done --

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  19. whew. intense and powerful piece pearl.
    so much energy at that moment of birth...and def the risk too
    because it changes your life forever...smiles

    sorry i am late...we have no internet connection where we are on vacation....

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  20. WOW, this is incredibly good.

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