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The Birth
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The Birth |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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The Birth I was cradled inside her warmth for an eternity being fed by her life and slowly devoping in form I knew she was concious of my existance yet unknowing of just who I was She comforted me in the cradle of her mind as her inner self pointed the direction time’s gestation burning slowly until the season of my forthcoming The womb was filled with my presence and I felt the tug and pull of the sea trying to release me with an undertow of purpose Then, in the middle of the night, her awareness brought on the labor of love a wellspring of beauty flowing from the fountain of contentment in waves of ebb and flow I came slowly at first Then once the crown appeared I swiftly followed And I was given birth and layed on a sheet of white naked and pure, looked upon with many eyes that knew of splendor and of life I had inherited her beauty and her wisdom and her grace and when they looked at me they were looking at her I came from a cradle of thought in the rhythms of her heartbeat and the depths of her spirit Isn’t that how a poem is born? Elizabeth Santos [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (03-31-2002 08:38 AM).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I came from a cradle of thought in the rhythms of her heartbeat and the depths of her spirit Absolutely beautiful...one to save.. M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Nakdthoughts, Thank you, your words are very kind Liz |
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Marshalzu  
since 2001-02-15
Posts 2681Lurking |
Thank youf for sharing such a beautiful poem with us  Andrew Huggles from the green fields of England |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Elizabeth, As usual you touch me in places that few poets do. Your ending is classic and the poem is excellent. Thank you for being you. Sy |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Yes! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Yes it is, Liz...one of your poems is just this. Hugs and love this day! |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Wow, yes, yes, and here another wonderful classic beauty is born from your poetic heart! (kiss on cheek) This is fabulous, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Elizabeth, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
in waves of ebb and flow I came slowly at first Then once the crown appeared I swiftly followed This is an unbelievably beautiful metaphor, Liz...the birth of a poem...the birth of a person... All I can say is WOW!!!!!!!!!! ~newborn poetic hugs~copyright2002 Lyra Nesius |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
I knew this was a keeper right away, this is wonderful! You give birth to many beauties and my library is filled with so many. Please submit this poem to the main site Take care and Happy Easter, Melissa~ "Poetry is not an opinion expressed... |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
Elizabeth, the description of the birthing process as thanks for a mother or as beginning seeds of thought in poems matters not for your original idea here was a pleasant germ of an idea. tSR |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Indeed it is... freely, naturally, and exquisitely... as its maker...  |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
LizzieLady~ Cradled gently as only you can do~ I love it~  *HUGS* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
I am so warmed by your comments. THank you all so much for praising my attempts at free verse. Hugs and more hugs, Liz |
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