I wonder how many ways there are for me write out poetry as my blog post with out repeating?
“My being is tender waiting to collapse to fall in on itself.”
It sounds like death to me.
“I’m playing soft music holding my womb rocking back and forth weeping praying dreaming.”
When I first read it I got to music and no further. I instantly thought of all the music I like to listen to, my guitar playing, my piano that is often silent. Then I re-read it and went further to womb. I instantly thought of a mother being with child and the life inside of her that she was making was like making music.
“Attaching verses to your name don’t make you true.”
I could say I am a vegetarian. Does that make it true. May be… may be not. Well, it doesn’t. I like my meat to much. I could say all things in the world, but it doesn’t mean its true. We have to be careful with the words we say and we have to be able to prove the words we are saying are true.
“I sang to her she sang to me my body and I.”
Creating life with another is one of the most incredible things that humans can do. It’s creating music.
“I’m wearing these tights.”
Robin Hood: Men in Tights.
“Heart crane hearts crane craned by hearts pieces of hearts pieces of cranes majestic woven hearts and cranes.”
“Sure steady small touch and shivers run down my spine.”
The smallest touch makes me cringe. A touch to my sides will make me squirm as I am very ticklish there.
“Feel my heart flutter at your touch.”
And it does that…1) because I prefer not to be touched, 2) when a certain someone touches me, I know they my heart beats fast because its real.
“Baby joy at spring refreshing my soul.”
Since I can remember I have always wanted a child(a dozen). New life is important. I am Pro-Life. The would cannot go on without those little ones.