Birthwell Lullaby
Free
Me
Of this
Cruel kiss:
Fading dreams,
Drying streams;
In labor’s stress,
Forgetfulness.
Take what I recall
Joys and griefs and all.
My ocean in a shell,
I know your voice so well:
Just an echo in my ear,
To my touch you are not here.
Pour out a wealth of memories
Kept safe and sound … return them, please,
When my womb is empty and I find
Room again for thought and peace of mind.
Then back you go to your own hidden drawer
Until, unless, I need your aid once more.
Do I ask so much, to know my children’s names,
Not to lose them like thin branches in the flames?
You who have been my only hope, my truest friend …
I pray you help me hold my wits to my life’s end.
Anonymous
February 8 2008, 02:43:58 UTC 13 years ago
BB,
Moonwriter
February 8 2008, 23:50:41 UTC 13 years ago
February 9 2008, 01:21:25 UTC 13 years ago
February 9 2008, 02:21:39 UTC 13 years ago
February 10 2008, 21:05:32 UTC 13 years ago
Thank you for your art. :)
February 11 2008, 02:35:08 UTC 13 years ago
One of the things I really love about the Nautilus form is that the meter changes as the poem progresses. You can see how that plays out, if you mark the stresses. Some of the later couplets are rougher -- it's not easy to keep a perfectly smooth flow on some syllable counts -- but the piece as a whole really does spiral around itself like a shell. I'm pleased with how that works. I also like the challenge inherent to writing evolving verses. *chuckle* It's like the poet's equivalent of the hammered-dulcimer game of playing each verse faster and faster.
February 11 2008, 02:43:12 UTC 13 years ago
I've always loved dabbling in informal poetry myself, and tried various methods to no avail - I have a mild cognitive disorder that gives me trouble with vocabulary recall, but the Nautilus form sounds like something I might be able to do. Thanks for the ideas!
February 11 2008, 03:03:12 UTC 13 years ago
By all means, try a Nautilus verse if you want to.
February 10 2008, 23:03:36 UTC 13 years ago