Cain and Abel

Cain and Abel

A Poem by Solidad

Lodged between my hips
your sin fruited the unborn.

I'm almost certain it was an accident
the way my womb cradled our child[ren].

There were not enough confessions
to absolve my distended heartbreak.

Yet my knees remain bruised
with prayer and mercy.

The world my swollen abdomen
gods lie beneath my navel.

Brothers, a set of b******s
born under the ethereal light.

To whom do I beseech
with such languid psalm?

When orisons fall on deaf ears
as though whispered from the mouth of a saint.





 








© 2011 Solidad


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Solidad
Something different.

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gad I feel like Lot's wife~ as if witness to something beautifully destructive~ but I did not turn to salt~ turned to thoughtful thought instead~
your words here flay open the fruit of us sliver by sliver~ oh and yes it hurts~ and that is why it is power laden and relevant to mankind~

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Really love this one, I am hoping to write about abel and cain in the future as well. The story interests me so much.

Wonderful poem :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes, this is very different and I have to admit, I had to read it over several times. I am thinking the poet has penned the thoughts and feelings of the biblical Eve. Well done

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Something different indeed. There are parts that allude me in this poem like the connection to Cain and Able, I assume the voice is their mother? A deep expression in this write one that has me contemplating and thinking. The languid feel this read is stunning really. The first verse caught my eye as I wondered if the sin was even enjoyed for a brief moment maybe? maybe not but what a way to describe it. The Second verse is like she didn't want the children like they should have been aborted naturally is how I read it. Third verse and she still prays so much her knees are bruised as her prayers have gone unanswered. There are truly Gods living below the navel that line made me smile. The ending was breathless. I love this poem it is all of that.

Still you get the tongue stuck out at you :P hahaha you thought I forgot :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gad I feel like Lot's wife~ as if witness to something beautifully destructive~ but I did not turn to salt~ turned to thoughtful thought instead~
your words here flay open the fruit of us sliver by sliver~ oh and yes it hurts~ and that is why it is power laden and relevant to mankind~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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