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The Birth


The Birth

Eyes  squeezed
Pours into the mouth
No matter how tight it may be

Murky depths and water
Flood the slitted eyes
Death in its black and hollow cave
Extends a hand, quickly
Slapped back by the light
Which is growing yellow
Fat and bright

Wraps itself around the scene
Like a cobra
Shedding its last skin

The breath which was muted
Comes fast and loud and rough
Eyes burst open
Liquid spills and rolls down little hills

A final sigh as breath is held
Smiles are passed around like Cuban cigars
In the other room

More liquid
Filling and spilling from eyes
The baby cries

-B. Lindsey (original)

8 responses

  1. shreyapunj

    1. The picture, absolutely beautiful.
    2. The poem is so simple yet describes something as vivid as child birth so well. I especially loved the line “smiles are passed round like Cuban cigars”.
    Impressed. Again!

    September 8, 2013 at 2:46 am

    • Thanks so much, Shreyapunj. So glad you like it! I’ve been wanting to get back to writing poetry for years (but couldn’t devote the time to it) and so when I sat down yesterday- “laptop in hand”, a completely different style came out- I’m not unhappy about that. I can’t say that I wasn’t inspired by you. :0)

      September 8, 2013 at 10:27 am

  2. and u are not writing poetry professionally why? BEAUTIFUL ❤

    September 9, 2013 at 6:56 pm

    • As if I have time?! Haaa…

      No, really, it’s something that I’d like to explore more (after I graduate, of course!) Glad you like it. 🙂

      September 9, 2013 at 7:24 pm

  3. Beautiful photo and I like the images in your poem too.

    September 14, 2013 at 10:06 am

  4. californiapunk

    good little poem! what poets do you read and do you have a favorite? 🙂

    September 14, 2013 at 12:49 pm

    • Hey, thanks. :0) No, I don’t read many poets, believe it or not and have very little knowledge of different poets and the proper bits and pieces of different kinds of poetry, apart from Haiku. (I’m admittedly ignorant when it comes to poets and even poetry- I’m a songwriter, but want to get back into writing my poetry.) I do have a thing for Plath though. She was a bit of a freak! I respect that…heheh..(She’s definitely my favourite though).

      September 14, 2013 at 1:22 pm


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