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Twirling Revelations

Warmth, surrounded me…always My lips, my eyes, closed… Mesmerized by the darkness that brought me consolation I remember there were colors under those lids, Green, spurts of purple…and sporadic yellows and reds They danced and flashed Whenever your voice rumbled and vibrated my abode I remember the earthquakes of laughter That pushed me against the soft, supported side… I merely bounced back to the middle again My legs, bending, and then kicking off against it My body twirling in the lavish liquid Natural twists and turns that were later underappreciated Twists and turns that were who I was I didn’t realize they would always shape who I am Deep voice—music—surrounded me always My ears opened to the muffled marvel Curious of the outside world that birthed the mysteries of who I am I recall frustration, kicking against your soft insides…. Colors of black, gray tints, and calming browns… That left me gurgling for more of those outside sounds Because that first day I heard the lightning yells The hot swells of your insides boiled My body twirled and twirled as I heard you wail Crying…sobbing… My heart beat faster—wanting more to leave this vessel Wanting to be a separate thing Wanting all to hear me scream To feel the cold, rubbery hands of a stranger Lift me—and to your breast—gift me It was always the warmth of the liquid And the comfort of our bond That always remained Bonds and beliefs never dry Blood is blood Color is color It is living to be separate that makes us gods

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 10/4/2014 2:07:00 AM
Bonds and beliefs build eyes loyal to the beauty of our need Laura. Your reminscence of the Holy womb is aweinspiring, the identity of a soul in original water, dark warm delight! The novelty of this poem, along with its spiritual meaning is staggering in beauty and physicality. " It is living to be seperate that makes us Gods..." AMAZING! Making us Gods, Rebels, or just Fools, maybe all three. Fricken amazing Laura...J.A.B.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 10/4/2014 7:08:00 AM
Thank you!! Yes- you've grasped the spirit of this piece...beautiful rationalization, Justin...I knew you'd understand where I'm coming from.~Laura
Date: 10/2/2014 7:07:00 PM
I have never seen birth described with such eloquence. You are gifted!
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Date: 9/30/2014 6:26:00 PM
Laura, A very passionate and compelling write. I enjoyed it very much. The vibrancy, pitch and tone of your imagery is indeed quite powerful. A Superb Write!! Cheers and Best Wishes, Gary
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Date: 9/30/2014 12:46:00 PM
powerful pen laura very deep touching piece
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