I gave birth today
Not from my barren womb,
but from my heart strong and my soul true
My fingertips gripped the pencil, poised over unlined paper
I had to press down hard to deliver my racing thoughts
and tore a hole right through the middle of the page
But on I wrote
When I went to read my creation
I found the letters had shifted into unrecognizable garble
I jiggled the paper to reorganize my reflections
Still the patterns seem to spell no word
Had I been fleeced of original thought?
I shook and waved the crumpled paper more and to my horror
I saw that I was continuously dropping syllables
At this rate my poem was sure to perish
as surely as apples that wilt and wither with blight
And so now I’ve had to adopt some sort of ad-lib
Some off the cuff step-child and pass it off as art
13 responses to “Birth”
I enjoy this process of creation! It is reflective of the writing journey and the steps we take to become whole.
Thank you so much, I’m glad you got it 🙂
A very “poetic” description of writing — whether it be poetry or prose. Good job, Melanie!
Much appreciated, Nan 🙂
It’s all about the process – great poem.
Thank you Chris, glad you enjoyed it.
I really love this. So much fun. It’s just reat.
Yay! Thanks 😀
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“dropping syllables”…. shame, Lol!
This is fun, Melanie. Thank you!
LOL shame! Love it!
This is brilliant
Glad you think so, Rajiv!