Terpsichorean Paraplegia

birth

Here's a poem I wrote earlier this year. It was universally misunderstood and misinterpreted. I gave it the title "birth", and that's what threw people off the scent. One clue: it's not about giving birth, or being born.


she closes up but she cannot contain
the torrent that threatens to tear her apart.
for a moment, too brief, far too brief,
a moment that passes in the blink of an eye;
for a moment, she keeps it all dammed in,
but a sob escapes, then a wail, and more.
the pain is astounding, the anger too.
the fury, she is overwhelmed, it flows on,
on and over her, she cannot keep up.
it washes over her, and she drowns, she sinks.
she's in her next life.


Any ideas?

posted by chelonius @ 21:00