embryo in her womb product of love's insinuation planned yet unplanned talked about but unscripted sickness envelopes her emotionally and physically her ligaments stretch like strings on a violin left in the sun "where is my glow?", she asks woman and man separated by a being no larger than a marble they reach out their hand to each other, fingers like waving tendrils but cannot reach "where is our love?", they ask seasons change as new life springs forth the earth births life upon itself a crying child is placed into a new mother's arms with a glow upon her face, the man and woman look at each other and sigh, "ahhh" This poem was written about the experiences of two friends of mine. They have since given birth to a beautiful girl. They are blissful. The pregnancy was a trying time for both but I am happy to say that all is joyful.
ecstasy exquisite pain happy dagger goddess of destruction all impressive growth in many forms grateful for immense loss grateful for all-encompassing excrutiating experience wonder and awe life at its most glorious pleasure amassed through the tangled web of life Oh, Shiva moonlightdancer Let us all balance this heartbreak in the south with love and gratefulness
That would be a good poem for people who had experienced love and marriage and birth and whatnot. I havn't so I can't really understand that emotion yet, in a way I hope I never do. Kids......so damn expensive.
