Friday Feelings (in no particular order)

25 Sep

Poetry sorts my soul. Feeds it morsels of digestible nutrients, just as it is about to keel over from starvation. It swishes in, linen a-flapping, a crisp, brisk Nanny organizing my emotions, clearing out the clutter, neatly labeling, allotting buckets (transparent) so I may remember where I put my feelings.

~

In a moment of painful revelation, I see. Our love for each other will never be uncomplicated.
Perhaps I err. For the emotion is simple. It lays open unselfconsciously, in plain sight. But far too many feed off our cord. Sating their bloodlust on our abundance.
To the point where intrusion invokes murder.

~

Along with the gush of blood and birthing fluids came a rush of words. An unexpected side effect of labor. And, unlike the perfectly formed but fragile entity they delivered into my arms, the words they poured strong and insistent. Demanded I pay court. Danced circles around my shadowed eyelids and wouldn’t leave well enough alone.
So I wrote furiously in my head, even as the baby hungered at my breast; scripts and rivers and torrents flowed, swirling thick in the air around me. I breathed out lines. Sent them to live with my now-vanished placenta.

And such is the nature of new motherhood that nobody knew (until now) how much of the blood was the doing of my leech-like stories.

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5 Responses to “Friday Feelings (in no particular order)”

  1. Pallavi September 28, 2015 at 1:01 am #

    Considering it was you doing the birthing, it’s hardly a surprise what happened. Take it from a reader’s perspective. You = Poetry. Even your prose is such. ❀

  2. Orange Jammies September 29, 2015 at 6:33 pm #

    Pallavi: You, my dear, are a balm to an old woman’s creaking bones. Hugs.

  3. Aunty G. September 30, 2015 at 10:31 pm #

    I agree
    With Pallavi
    Your flow
    Our minds blow
    Yes, your prose IS also poetry!

  4. Dancing Fingers Singing Keypad October 1, 2015 at 4:25 pm #

    Wow! That’s some deep, thoughtful poetry! The second one felt very close to my heart since I went through the childbirth experience around six months ago and also since in my mind, I’ve often compared biological children to words that are conceived in writers’ brains and birthed through their fingertips. You expressed this exact thought so beautifully! πŸ™‚

  5. Orange Jammies October 7, 2015 at 12:16 am #

    Aunty G: I’ve never quite figured how the stars aligned
    To help you folks be blind or kind
    But this I do know
    You so sweetly show
    Such love for my foggy mum-mind!

    DFSK: Childbirth doesn’t just change the body, does it? It alters your brain forever. As I now know! πŸ™‚

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