- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Memory Like Skin
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Click hereI was a mother once, twice.
I remember the flutter, the kick
that morphed to heartburn
and silly waddle, preceding
myself in a skin-encased package
of secret world behind inward smile.
I played music, Berlioz, Beatles,
Lady Day, thinking you listen now.
I fed you calcium, protein,
and myself fear, anticipating,
flying between joy unbridled,
terror barely leashed until
an alien sensation. Peeing but not.
Oh God. My water broke and hours
hours hours trembling, straining
against my contorted self, vomiting
from a tiny compressed stomach.
Grandma stood by the bed. Mema,
they said don't push, but
my whole body screams for it,
and her dead fifteen years, but
she smiled at me, and I knew
she came back just the once
to say Chavala, women survive.
I remember. Yes, I remember this
pain, blood, tears, sweating
with my knees against my chin
until once, twice a creature
laid at my breast in untenable
love that obliterates memory,
blossoms like miles of flowers
opening at once.
They never close. I am still
a mother. It cannot be taken.
- COMMENTS
Maria2394over 19 years agoradiates the strongest when you write like this, its just pure magic Angeline, thank you for putting into words what I never could, xoxo :)
Liarover 19 years agoNothing cleva to add, so I'll just say 'woah', and be done with it.
tungtied2uover 19 years agobeautiful baby....what a mantra...what a wonder....what a blessing....thanks for sharing and reminding me.
*back on the thermometer train...
PatCarringtonover 19 years agoi don't want to sound like a broken record, you beautiful poet, so YES covers it /
jd4georgeover 19 years ago...I cannot make up my mind whether I am thankful I'm not a woman... or that I regret that I am not. This passage is extraordinary:
twice a creature
laid at my breast in untenable
love that obliterates memory,
blossoms like miles of flowers
opening at once
Thank you, Ang!
Tathagataover 19 years agoever run dry?
each dipper full you bring out and pour onto a page is a revelation.
Tenderness and strength, love and determination all those are here and in you also.
As for creatures..i like the use for many reasons...not the least of which is that when first presented to you..babies don't always look human.
lostandfounderover 19 years agoThe last two lines are perfect and the rest of the poem is very good. Only one tiny thing bugged me..."creature" seems like an odd choice of words to me given the tone of the rest of the line. Still, a poem well worth a 100.
