by annaswirls
I was really moved by this. The last two stanzas gave me the goose bumps. Excellent poem! Solid!
I came late to read the new ones. What a jewel you have here.
Tess in total admiration.
I had a feeling that this poem would make me feel weepy. wonderful poem and very moving, and yeah, i feel kind of weepy. but that's okay. weepy days happen. :)
I've been "off poems" and back to writing stories for a while, but this may bring me back. Your writing flows so effortlessly, surely this is "the art that conceals art!"
realized I did not stick to my original 12 line rule-- thanks for the comments!
When the newborns come[/B]
we bring them to her first,
wrapped tight and lowered into skeletal arms--
arms once strong with the weight of children
held lovers as if life depended upon not letting go
these rings trapped behind swollen knuckles
slide loose and free as her verse
typed with relentless passion
[I]Steel and riverstones,
longing and loss[/I]
her silent poetry, dissolved like salt in tears
christen our newborns
we bring them to her first
have taken my pitiful attempt of describing such a vivid portrait painted...thanks...blue