pulling me out through my womb
coldness piles itself around
my stony womanhood
scarring life’s channels
closing them off
killing the kernel before it explodes
a warm fertile serpent slowly uncoils
and slides itself from my shivering belly
into the foreign future of tomorrow
a disappearing chimera
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This is my piece for Margo Roby’s Tuesday Tryouts. The prompt was to explore something we lost.
brenda warren
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Powerful and painful. It is so good to write pieces on loss. It helps the pain woven into the fabric of us to air…
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Am speechless !! Nothing like this loss 😐
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Very powerful in its imagery. Lovely prose.
Thanks for note to let me know I’d commented on the wrong week. Typical of me..lol
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Not a problem, sounds like me, too. Thanks for stopping to read and comment here.
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Very poignant and powerful piece. Thanks for visiting my blog as well.
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I’m glad you stopped by and like the piece. Thank you.
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Wow, Brenda. This is an intense piece of writing. Good one. I am glad to see you joining in.
I am only now thinking about all the things I’ve lost.
Pamela
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I planned to start last week, but the etheree stumped me. 🙂 Thanks for stopping to read, and leave kind words. I appreciate you.
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Wow, you are fast, Brenda. I’m still listing things. But this is a poignant and powerful piece. The sadness is tangible.
margo
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As soon as my mind lit on this as something lost, I went with it. Thank you for the prompt, and for stopping to leave your imprint here. I’m enjoying your presence out here in the blog world.
~Brenda
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