07 March 2011

After Birth

Diana Matisz
With a reading by Abi Baker . Please take a moment to visit her page.



I want you
to love me, words,
once you've
been set free
by me
I want you
to look adoringly
up at me
from your still-wet
black ink afterbirth
and know
I've bled for you
I want you to love me
one last time
before I set you loose
on the world
and you're no longer
mine,
words

22 comments:

  1. oh i like this - we need to let go of our poems and this can be really difficult...thanks for sharing this one with us - we honor it

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  2. Extended beautiful metaphor Diana, words have a way of eating into me too lol x Embrace them whilst you can, and nurture them, love them, feed them, then set them free :)

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  3. smiles. the writing process is much like birth and now you give that child away for the world to scorn or love...with hope

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  4. Focused, effective, intimate-envelop mood.

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  5. "from your still-wet
    black ink afterbirth
    and know
    that I've bled for you"

    Home Run.

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  6. So very well defined that ink....incredible! Another fantastic write from you! LOVE it & your words making it so beautiful/strong ~April

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  7. love the theme, and the flow, very nice.

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  8. Yes, how it pierces my heart to have to strike their decorations and leave the core naked and exposed. Excellent write, Diana

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  9. Little live things, aren't they, and I often refer to them in conversation as 'my children' You write beautifully of the connection here that we have for what we create with such labor and pain, but also with such pleasure.

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  10. Oh I really like this poem! Words taking on human form. It's true that once they hit the paper, are they truly yours anymore? Thank you for sharing!

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  11. excellent...and once you let go they are there for others to dissect...loved the title..cheers pete

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  12. "I want you
    to look adoringly
    up at me
    from your still-wet
    black ink afterbirth" ...beautiful!

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  13. our words are our babies, we send them out into the world and hope they are well received and don't embarrass us once they are out there...well written.

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  14. The yearning here is palpable, and shared!

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  15. It´s an intimate writing, I can feel like mine, cause I know this feeling...
    "I want you to love me
    one last time
    before I set you loose
    on the world
    and you're no longer
    mine,
    words"
    That is exactly what I felt each time that I post one of mine.
    Thanks Diana for share it.

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  16. Beautiful. And still we release these bleeding words.

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  17. This is perfect. Love it :)

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  18. This is excellent. Once on my birthday I wondered if I was born for no other reason than to make my Mother happy once in her lifetime. Take care

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  19. Dear Diana
    What a beautiful image... and the way you have addressed those words that most of us writers bleed on emptiness of paper... wonderful. I liked your words that got me hooked to this one...
    'and know
    that I've bled for you'
    Lovely. Thanks for sharing...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/whispers-memories-from-living.html
    At Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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  20. Intimate, excellent, all that.

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  21. nothing more need be said, but that I echo the sentiment of dustus. ty's both you dear ladies :)

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