Prenatal Pangs Poem by 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!
A great and wonderful poem, my step daughter is due to give birth any day now. A great poem.
Words are all we have to enlighten and enthuse others. Lovely poem.
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.
LOL, I love this poem. The birthing process of creative thought. Beautiful and very well written :) I will remember this poem often in my writing career (and hopefully someday soon my mothering career) . I was at first confused by the word foetus but I looked it up and found it's the British version of fetus.
although you make pregnancy sound SO INVITING, especially the part about nausea, i think i'll stick to my male role, even though i no longer play it [since my operation]. you have intertwined poem development and baby development so well in my mind now, that it makes me wonder if you were actually pregnant each time you wrote your 500+ poems. hmm? if so, you have my condolences. a lovely poem, more for women and romantic poets perhaps, but still i'll send it to MyPoemList and it is now #1 in my June showcase. bri :) :) :) favorite lines: “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! ” and “With time stretching and contracting, A baby, no, a poem is born.” AND “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! ” …………………………… CONGRATULATIONS, MOM!
Ha....Ha.... enjoyed your witty comment Bri.... Yes, I am proud that I could 'Mother' around 500 poems suffering all prenatal pangs described! !
Oh such a beautiful poem with motherhood a joy of every moment........Valsa......so wonderfully penned I am really speechless........amazing....10
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
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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As we each labor over our words developing them into a poem it begins to grow very emotional write nice