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Birthing a Sonnet

Writing my first Sonnet was like a pregnancy.
I knew I wanted to give birth to one 
and took on the parental responsibility
knowing it wouldn't... or shouldn't take nine months.
There'd been no morning sickness nausea
but there were times when I wanted to change my mind.

"Too bad, kiddo," I thought.  "You gotta see this through.
because you can't put Humpty Dumpty back inside his egg 
once the shell has cracked and broken."

Determined not to have yet another unfinished poem
take up space in a notebook, I persevered
spoiling myself with ice cream, chocolate fudge slivers,
a few cherries, and a liberal squirt of caramel sauce.  
I indulged myself with a reward after the first verse.

I've never liked dill pickles, so when I couldn't find
the right rhyming word for verse two, I didn't eat those.
Pregnancy or not, I wasn't going to suffer puckered lips
because my muse refused to be pregnant with me.
She'd have made a useless midwife anyway.
Said she'd be back when she got a birth announcement.

I suffered alone and pushed this baby out
with the same force a laborious woman uses to birth a child.
No epidural in the spine, although I did partake
in a bottle of wine during the entire nascence process.

"LOOK," I screamed. "After fourteen hours of labor
it's an eight-pound boy." 

Actually, it was more like eight hours of labor 
to deliver a fourteen-line Sonnet, and lots of anxiety.
I took comfort knowing this baby wouldn't need breast feeding.
Now that it's here, it will be reread a time or ten...
a line edited here or a tweak somewhere. 
It will be mollycoddled, burped, and pampered
but not with the naked butt baby kind.
I'll sing it to sleep when I'm the one needing a lullaby,
and I'll be glad it doesn't cry for a two am bottle.

I won't worry about it getting sick or growing up too quickly
because ten years from now it'll still be my baby.
Birthing a child is difficult work but we both survived the labor.
and my firstborn is not crumpled in a basket, lying on the floor.
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George Avatar
September 1, 2024 at 8:55 AM
"I suffered alone and pushed this baby out with the same force a laborious woman uses to birth a child. No epidural in the spine, although I did partake in a bottle of wine during the entire nascence process." Enjoyed these lines so much, dear Lin. This poem is so hilarious, equally weighty! I can feel your labor, though I am sure the baby must have been born without any strain on your part as your pen is so facile. Sometimes writing a poem for me is a real labor!
Lane Avatar
September 3, 2024 at 6:24 PM
Labor intensive, some poetry forms certainly can be. Not the case for me in writing Sonnets. Thanks for your kind remarks and pointing out your fave lines, Valsa.
Alhemaidy Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 4:11 PM
Very interesting read! Big smile :-)
Lane Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 5:52 PM
I like knowing my write brought you a smile. Thanks!
Flood Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 3:51 PM
Brilliantly conceived analogy, Lin. Nearly didn’t read, as free verse often leaves me cold (no offence to anyone), but I’m so glad I did because this is simply smashing. Mind you, you do have rather a lot of ‘babies’… me thinks you should buy a TV…
Lane Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 4:08 PM
Lol Terry.. I have a tv but don’t often turn it on. Since I’m single now, I’m not procreating these days, except for poetry. Two human children are just fine. I’m glad you read this one.
Oldham Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 11:48 AM
Loved this hilarious, raucous poem, Lin. Funny -
Lane Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 11:55 AM
Hi, John and I’m delighted that you found it to your liking. Thanks so very much.
Cunningham Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 10:57 AM
Love how you compared childbirth to writing a sonnet Lin Who needs an epidural when there's a bottle of wine on hand. Lol. In a way it becomes an obsession, once you start you can't let go and give up. Tom
Lane Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 11:54 AM
It’s difficult for me to abandon a baby, so I’ll keep cajoling it until it fits in its cradle. Thanks a lot, Tom.
Allison Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 7:11 AM
OMG Lin, this is freakin hilarious - got to admit I am loving your dessert - I will pack my bags and come right on over lol, A massive fave - sure creased me up and its a poem many can relate to as I look on my poems as my 'babies' lol
Lane Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 2:26 PM
Thanks for the fave and seeing the humor in this one,Jan. Im not sure where it was born but it just popped out of me. ;-)
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