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The Process '05

My ovaries ache I feel the cold A childless body While I grow old As I whither They will too So I lay back And wait on you Always waiting As season pass Change their shape Reshape our love Poke and prod Feed and plump Turn what’s flat Into a bump Seed and prune Ready to pop Apples on trees Groaning to drop Fruitful pain Wrapped up inside My womb, a tomb For an unborn child

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Debbie Guzzi

Date: 5/22/2009 11:52:00 AM

I have one with this title too ;). Also, please reading The Sowing for me? ...So sad this...somethimes we think (society makes us think) all we are good for is making babies...it's not true! Light & Love PS very good verse..weak title

Nathaniel Köhp

Date: 12/10/2008 1:44:00 PM

I really enjoyed reading this. To me the first stanza is almost menopausal. Regretting not having a child and feeling the womb die. Though the second sounds almost like she wants a child but the man doesn't. Then at the end it's almost like regretting being pregnant. I don't know if I understand it right but if I do the juxtaposition between having a child and being menopausal and feeling that slip away is certainly intense. Almost like either way it's a bad decision. I'm probably wrong though.

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 12/9/2008 11:44:00 AM

It's a Rhyme Naomi, a very sad one at that but good. Creation is not just about giving birth to children. You are giving birth here in words. Give birth to the beauty you wish to see.