Karen Jones Poet Narrative

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February 12 2024 Building Tension sponsored by Edward Ibeh

Building Tension

It started with a little glance
He noticed my face was flushed
I beg him for forgiveness with my lips
Eager emerald eyes gave me away
I purposely waited too late
It’s the last date for choice to be made
“What did you do?” He whispered 
“I’m sorry…I can’t! It’s too hard!”
Packing my clothes feeling blue
His angry eyes throw black darts
That stab my pregnant heavy heart
Building tension like steam in a kettle 
He yells that I have chosen to die
That the baby inside may not live either
He wants to adopt rather than risk this
He doesn’t want me to die
I want to take my chances rather than abort
It is a warm spring day as flowers bloom green
I feel our love withering from the strain
I don’t have yet the answers
My prayers fall like a leaf in blue lake
Carried away by the cool current
And I must go too live or die
I choose to try motherhood despite the odds.

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Edward Ibeh March 4, 2024 at 9:08 AM Heartiest congratulations on your win in my contest with this fantastic poem, Karen:-) I loved it! Karen Jones March 4, 2024 at 10:41 AM You had a tough job as judge with so many great entrees. Thanks for a fun contest!

Christuraj Alex March 1, 2024 at 8:25 PM "Building tension like steam in a kettle He yells that I have chosen to die That the baby inside may not live either He wants to adopt rather than risk this He doesn’t want me to die" - A very beautiful story. Congratulations! Karen Jones March 1, 2024 at 10:22 PM Thank you so much!

Paula Goldsmith March 1, 2024 at 9:01 AM Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your wonderful "Building Tension" story/write. What a great ending... Hooray for motherhood & for you. Have a great/blessed day with your win..................... Karen Jones March 1, 2024 at 11:58 AM Thanks!

John Kazadi February 14, 2024 at 1:30 AM Dear Karen, your poem is real and encouraging to women out there wanting to try motherhood. A well crafted piece Karen Jones February 14, 2024 at 4:51 AM Thanks John. I appreciate you dropping by my page! Happy Valentines Day.

Mystic Rose Rose February 13, 2024 at 10:56 AM wow how brave the heart becomes when a child is involved. They say motherhood makes lions out of women, I truly believe that, Love xo Karen Jones February 13, 2024 at 11:10 AM Agreed thanks for reading

Daniel Henry Rodgers February 13, 2024 at 4:53 AM Dear Karen, Your poem speaks of the raw vulnerability, the weight of a life-altering decision, and the bittersweet beauty of spring amidst such turmoil - you capture it all with astonishing honesty. Each line carries the burden of love, fear, and hope. Lines like "Eager emerald eyes gave me away" and "That stab my pregnant heavy heart" pierce with emotional clarity. I admire your courage in sharing such a personal journey. thought-provoking! - Blessings, Daniel With empathy and admiration, Karen Jones February 13, 2024 at 11:14 AM Your wife is an angel and will surely be blessed! My son works in a cancer research center, is starting the last of his courses in college, and juggles photography and poetry as hobbies! He is on poetry soup and is named Tahj Jones Daniel Henry Rodgers February 13, 2024 at 5:24 AM I am so happy, Karen, you kept your son. What a joy he must be! My wife works with pregnant mothers who need the Love and Care to help them keep their babies. - God Bless! Karen Jones February 13, 2024 at 5:18 AM Daniel thanks but this is mostly a fictional account. I too was asked by the father to abort but couldn’t which is how my son lives today. I don’t regret but his father has regret

Jerry Brotherton February 12, 2024 at 7:49 PM Karen, what a brilliant job of conveying such powerful emotion with your magnificent words. Karen Jones February 13, 2024 at 1:21 AM Jerry you are so kind thanks

Gershon Wolf February 12, 2024 at 6:35 PM Gut-wrenching write, Karen. The tension, the fear, the guilt, the helplessness -- it's all palpable. Fine poesy, Gershon Karen Jones February 12, 2024 at 7:34 PM Thanks Gershon the feelings I wrote from were real. But this is for contest

Hilda Greenhough February 12, 2024 at 5:27 PM The drive to have a baby is very strong. This is a beautiful poem. If the baby is grown, I hope he takes after you and writes beautiful poetry. Karen Jones February 13, 2024 at 11:27 AM He works full time in a cancer research center and he is going back to college full time plus he juggles photography. He writes poems about pictures he takes and posts on instagram. I hope he will post here more but he is busy. Thanks for your support!:0) Hilda Greenhough February 12, 2024 at 9:05 PM I hope Tahj will write more poems. I have him on my site. It is good you didn't abort him. Karen Jones February 12, 2024 at 6:04 PM My son is on this site. His name is Tahj Jones. The story is fiction except for that I did refuse to abort when told to by his father who repented and though was not a good dad he does love him