Stories of birth

There are certain things which shan't be said
Like the ones where words deem powerless to express.
They simply shy away to meet.

They are to be experienced in the solitude of ones being,
in the expression of ones intimacy.
There is such tenderness.

They are never said, never heard, never written.
They are just experienced in the intimacy of ones being
to another

Only there it exists. Nowhere else.
It is the truth of those experiencing it, holding it;
unconditional, undefined and at times unalluring
but enchanting and full to the brim,
perhaps or mostly overflowing.

It just stays and exists in that moment
and in the memories of those present to enchant them again
just one more time..
Is it just the words that are incapable or is it me?
I think it's both.

Stories of birth are also such.
They stay in the memories of those experiencing it
and those fortunate few witnessing it.
The miracle is never shared.
It can't be shared..
Just like the smell of a newborn can't be shared.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the stories are never quite the same as the experience itself.

we try to match the feelings to the experience with our pens, but does it really happen?
a newborn baby or a newborn poem? both miracles in their own write!
j.

[Shweta]

Quite not the same. And the struggle is always to match the write to the experience. And if at all that happens, then its just amazing and one
can tangibly live in that write. A beautiful art thus always captures the soul of who has penned it. All my perspective..lol :))

Beautiful weekend to you!

[Perdition]

A strange comparison but then again perfect in its own way. Poets know this moment all too well, the feelings you can't express, the person you will never win but in that instance what happens is forever and perhaps far more and from another life. This one sent me into a nostalgia I may not recover from for a few lives..lol. Either way, it made me both think and feel which is exactly what poetry is supposed to offer the reader so well penned, as I do so enjoy my melancholy. Thanks~

[Shweta]

Oh, do pardon me..

This is a topic, which i braved to touch although I wasn't confidence enough to pull it off fully. And particularly i believe this is a write for parents who have experienced birth and those who have seen birth closely..

Glad, it kindled something in you..

Please be back from another life and stay on this cafe for some time more..lol. what about your readers! Come back Paciano...lol

[Perdition]

My readers? I'm sure he'll be fine..lol. No doubts Shwetz. Poets are not allowed that luxury..our yowl must be as loud as sincere both of which happen here...I'll stay but just so you know they have free berry-flavored snowcones on the other side.

[Shweta]

C'mon you spoil the game...! Well, be back for your own sake, okay..