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Valsa George

Prenatal Pangs

Writing of a poem
Oh! How it can be likened
To having a baby!

With the copulation of fancy and thought,
Comes the moment of conception

It can happen any day
Unanticipated or planned erstwhile
On a star studded night
Or a rain drenched morn
It swims into you as a seed
So tiny… so inconspicuous
Once the pregnancy, confirmed
Comes irritation, nausea
Lethargy and loss of appetite
Your stomach rarely growls for food
Clouds of words hang heavy and low,
Refusing to break into showers
They don’t gush or rush.
Ideas dry up leaving the nib parched
Lines crack n’ break
Depression follows
Discouraged, you feel fatigued

But all the while you begin to realize
That a new life
Independent of you
Has begun growing inside you
Then all the care taken
To foster the young life

You read…
You refer the lexicon
You withdraw from other works
Take rest, relax in solitude

Slowly the foetus moves
The first stirring of life!
With fond fingers, as you pat your belly
Your pen pats the paper
The first line…..
The first faint beating of the heart!
Then words….
Like little harness bells tingling
Fall in line, line after line!

Drawing nourishment from you,
The embryo grows limb by limb
The miniscule of insight
Grown after months of waiting
Into a mature body of illumination!
A stretch of your dreams!
A suffusion of light!

After the labour pains
Of scribbling and scrawling,
Writing and rewriting,
Deleting, adding and editing,
With time stretching and contracting,
A baby, no, a poem is born.

Whether cute or ugly
No mother can dislike it
She marvels at its birth
Wraps it in her warmth
She must have had in mind a name
Or seeks to find a name;
An apt name
Thus a poem with a title is born!
She wonders if her baby would lit a smile,
On others lips too
Or from them would flow,
Words of endearment as from a trickle!

Submitted: Thursday, September 19, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 19, 2013

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  • Bronze Star - 5,745 Points Amitava Sur (10/1/2013 9:47:00 PM)

    Lovely elaboration of the essence of motherhood. It seems to me like ascending the mountain with a dream only to reach the peak - no matter whatever the hurdles may be even the death........... nice in deed (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 5,745 Points Amitava Sur (10/1/2013 9:46:00 PM)

    Lovely elaboration of the essence of motherhood. It seems to me like ascending the mountain with a dream only to reach the peak - no matter whatever the hurdles may be even the death........... nice in deed (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,273 Points Patricia Grantham (9/30/2013 8:39:00 AM)

    Very nicely written and imaginative. Your verses flows together with
    much unity. When a poem is mentally conceived it is then planted and
    grows many roots. It is well nurtured with love and patience. A bit of
    pruning is much needed from time to time. There is also some labor (work) pains
    involved in the process. A title (name) specific to its contents is then given.
    Alas! a beautiful poem (maybe) is born. If ugly (smile) it belongs to you, love it
    anyway. A potent and thoughtful write. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 134 Points Danny Draper (9/23/2013 9:04:00 AM)

    The birth of a poem as expressed here certainly shows life given to the process for a poem to be born. Well written. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Aswath Raman (9/22/2013 6:57:00 AM)

    Yes ma'am. Every poem is made out of our mind's effort and certainly like our child! Good analogy too! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,512 Points Anthony Di''anno (9/21/2013 11:07:00 AM)

    I need to be working,
    and to be honest I can't wait to write this,

    But I need to be washing and drying the odd dish,

    And the words they keep coming,

    Heart strings are strumming,

    And I need to be doing my chores soon.

    The log pile's depleted,

    the garden defeated,

    The cat's run away with the last spoon.

    It took it to open a tin.

    It's looking quite thin,

    And the birds are plumply singing outside,

    I'll open the cat slide,

    Then I will write the curse of poet's cat and birds,

    Pop out a few words. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,543 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (9/21/2013 7:54:00 AM)

    Birth of a poem is beautifully described in this new born poem. This poem makes every poet into a mother who must go through all the pains. Beautiful poem. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,426 Points Dave Walker (9/21/2013 3:40:00 AM)

    A great and wonderful poem, my step daughter is due
    to give birth any day now. A great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 9,038 Points Heather Wilkins (9/20/2013 4:43:00 PM)

    As we each labor over our words developing them into a poem it begins to grow very emotional write nice (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 199 Points Kavya . (9/20/2013 7:30:00 AM)

    amazing Mam............the birth of a poem linked to the birth of a baby..........the joy that follows is however the same........the emotions, the feelings, the love that erupts seeing the new born baby..oops the new born poem: -) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 421 Points Shahzia Batool (9/20/2013 6:47:00 AM)

    wonderful poem and wonderful comments...
    you set familiar images for an idea known but not used in this sense...
    both the baby and the poem are related to pangs... in their own manners...
    the creation in the existence of both precedes conception...
    this is your craftsmanship Valsa ji... (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,381 Points Diane Hine (9/19/2013 8:46:00 PM)

    A very entertaining poem. When I start a poem, I often have no clear picture of where I'm going with it, so in that sense it's accurate. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 5,319 Points Geetha Jayakumar (9/19/2013 7:06:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem Valsa. From the conception till baby born, all the pains, uneasiness and pleasure of giving birth to a new born baby, is like our poem..As mother delighted to see the baby, so we are too delighted to see each steps of poem coming up one by one and finally making all correction a baby poem in our hands..The delight which one gives is uncountable.. Finally when name is given, so proud, happy we feel to have this baby in our hand.
    Each step you have described so beautifully..loved reading it..Fantastic write. Something Unique. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,505 Points Dinesh Nair (9/19/2013 3:26:00 AM)

    This poem has got a fresh theme to dwell upon and to offer a free for all judgement status. The phases of the seed of a poem sprouting and then growing within the mind of a mother have been portrayed very well by you Valsa Madam. The sequence of the intricate phases of the internal growth of a baby in the womb of the mother is well retained. And obviously writing of a fine verse can be likened to having a healthy and much awaited baby!
    Yes, it is a but...
    But what about the copulation of lust and desire alone resulting in unwanted conceptions? Some of our poets over PH have written more than 1500 poems and their parental pangs have no intensity at all.
    Then what about the babies born with deformity and the infants born dead? We have to be equally concerned about those mothers who are 'blessed with' the many many children born to them?
    Enjoyed reading the poem. (Report) Reply

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