Aborted

Aborted

A Poem by Kleio13
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I want your interpretations

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I was thinking of a clock
not a daughter,

  even when 
  she ticks in the womb

I`m infatuated with my 
    would- be death
 

    -carrying on
         exclusive thoughts
in menstrual motion
    dripping and erratic
with the soles of a Slavic`s shoe

who would dare be more determined?

Yeh all great poets have brown hair,
  color is a defiance, but no more than a canine`s brain can shelter

all grown up,
   when that young woman`s
                    welt
                       births
                          glee
give me fever, I see his eyes still set on crinkled petals.

© 2015 Kleio13


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Kleio13
All of my poetry is original and copyrighted.

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Seriously, who could interpret what comes out of your head Kleio? I could take this so many places, of course first off it makes sense to think you were caught off guard, and produced, but not sure if it's technically a poem or a crinkled petal. Will have to delve into your psyche deeper, I might not live to tell about it, but it'll be an interesting trip and 1/2! Love it....

Posted 10 Years Ago


Kleio13

10 Years Ago

hahaha. ( I`m blushing), I`ve actually been doing that a lot lately . The romantic version is that I.. read more
I love abstract poetry and this is done really well. The opening with the analogy of the clock, that time is ticking away and so much to do in so little time (relatively speaking). I love "menstrual motion, dripping and and erratic" - that time of month certainly plants odd thoughts at times. Interesting write with multiple meanings, but I opt for life and the paths we take, the choices we make and don't make. Penny

Posted 10 Years Ago


Kleio13

10 Years Ago

Excellent interpretation Penny and thank you very much.
It all comes down to a clock, like the heartbeat is a clock...I guess we all have differing ways of handling the notion that we only live once...sadly many of those way do not gel with those of others, and from that, conflict is born...phenomenal piece my dear :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Kleio13

10 Years Ago

And very true is that notion. Thank you very much : )
this is causing me to think carefully ... "I`m infatuated with my
would- be death" confuses me a bit but i take it as the woman considers the fetus "her" ..
love this line "with the soles of a Slavic`s shoe" had to google Slavic shoes and may have to get a pair .. they are awesome ... i am going to have to come back and read some more ... a solid interpretation eludes me ... perhaps at the end a choice for life has been made ... perhaps Aborted means something entirely different ...please don't tell me .. i want to come back and read a few more times .. i enjoy your poetic and creative piece .. i find several of the lines powerful and impressive ..
E.



Posted 10 Years Ago


Kleio13

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much and you may read again, I enjoy reading our interpretations.

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Kleio13

San Bernardino, CA



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