The Stories I Could Have Read

I desire a dead end line. No children to bind my past or future

Days. I cannot bloat forever -

I will not deceive my lover.

 

Had I raised from some creel

A mass of blubbering flesh,

Swaddled warm -

Tight as a heart attack,

Pressing the mite close to my

Jibber-trenched heart

I would have sank full

Into my first

Discarded birth -

Wiped away the vitreous rheum

And loved it as big as the world.

 

Years back another lover

Inside me, sprung life -

Weeping he was, I slid out my fingers from his.

I laid his cries on icy deafness,

Strapped his poor weary pleas -

Shoveled him into some kind of feticide.

 

Let it weal away, he or a she -

Silent screams, scraping, twisted small.

Born and unborn

Soaked in my pall, my b*****d pall -

Those poor bloody things

By a craven mother

Stuck.

 

Rootless. No blood.

Lost shoots spring dead -

I want to die with nothing.

Reviews

[Kristallo]

This is a brazen and powerful write. It's twisted and delightfully cryptic, unattached, and candidly sincere. Your style cannot be matched, your voice rings with loss and ubiquity, quiet comfort in your isolation. It defies any preconceived idea of poetic indulgence with stunning brilliance. Such a gripping read, and I just ADORED this part, re-read it at least ten times in pure awe of its extravagance.

Let it weal away, he or a she -

Silent screams, scraping, twisted small.

Born and unborn

Soaked in my pall, my b*****d pall -

Those poor bloody things

By a craven mother

Stuck.

Damn fine writing, Rosalind. I just loved it.

[Rosalind Gale]

Thanks again, always it is so wonderful when you drop by.
See you soon -
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[Mickey Hilts]

I can't believe so much of your work has so few views, makes you wonder what people are reading. I agree with Kristallo, an incredible and damn fine write, you never fail to be original and daring.

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you M -
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Rosalind, this is what I meant when I said 'bold'. I absolutely love your truth :)

[Rosalind Gale]

Thanks so much Lynn -
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[Leslie Philibert]

Love the title, I am crazy about the conjunctive. Like the way you explore this difficult subject, maybe a theme you don`t read much about or even think about,the feelings of women who don`t wan`t children, which is their right, so I think you picked out a interesting subject.

[Baby Ricochet]

Sounds like you don't want any kids

[Corset]

i've been sitting here staring at this review block for at least five minutes, when you take the caliber of your brilliance and put it to a subject such as this, that is what happens, but I had to let you know my heart was here. xxxxx

[Rosalind Gale]

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[Mockingbird]

pretty morbid with disturbing images.

[Dr. Wood ?]

great title....says it all. as far as I can see, Talking around corners and thinking into mirrors...We all make decisions that will affect our lives for ever...This was my interpretation anyway....You made a choice....

[Coyote Poetry]

Some deeds are never forgotten. All of us made decisions we question right or wrong. Description in the poem open the door to thoughts and question. The ending was direct and honest. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Marie]

Ithink I know what this is about...but not enough to comment on it.

[Rosalind Gale]

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