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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

Copyright © Naomi Jenkins | Year Posted 2008

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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 Login to Reply

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. Login to Reply

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. Login to Reply