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Mothers Last Hour

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This is the fifth and final poem in my set of poems for the creative writing assignment due tomorrow. This last one was tough. It took me a while to decide which option I was going to go with. Ultimately I decided to do a response poem to another poem we read in class called, First Hour by Sharon Olds, which you can read here http://tumblr.austinkleon.com/post/56565801533 The poetry we are writing in class has to be contemporary, can’t be in rhyme, the poem has to have the same amount of concrete nouns as the poem has lines throughout. The response poems had to be opposite to the original poem we are responding too. I hope you enjoy my response poem.

Mothers Last Hour

I’m riddled with pain in my back
The sweat drips between my breasts
They yell, “Push, you can do this!”
I’m overcome with fear
Fear like seeing a spider crawl slowly up your arm
How can I do this? How can I protect another life?
I am not even sure what I’m doing with my own.
You will be my first child.
Dozing off in between each contraction in bed,
Family and friends siphoning the energy from me,
It is all out of love and concern for us both.

My modesty stripped a little bit more,
with nurses and doctors, they come and go,
So many white jackets and blue nurse uniforms come and go, strangers.
Visiting my vagina exposed to the world inside this pale room in this white bed
With splashes of red hues and pink

Beeping and buzzing from room instruments.
The room is fading to black
The noises are muffled but I hear what the doctor says,
“Hold on, almost there, things are going to be fine.”
The wind whistles in my ears and a cool wind strokes my face.
Your dad is full of panic as I am rolled to another room.
The bright lights are blinding.
My legs tremble and my heart races.
Can I finish this? Can we both make it through?

A shrieking cry echoes the room of lights. I’m exhausted yet excited.
Tears of joy stream down from my eyes as I lay on the bed
Tears drip into my ears as the room turns black one last time.
I hope you know that I loved you from conception.

Tumbling, Tumbling

This is my second of five poems for my creative writing class assignment. I used the photograph below to inspire myself from the webpage she instructed us to use. I was not allowed to write haiku’s, or use rhyme, it had to be contemporary, the poems also have to have concrete nouns matching lines in poem. I hope you enjoy it. Now onto my third poem for the set needed.

Tumbling, Tumbling

Tumbling, Tumbling

Leave your trash there on the sidewalk.
Burn enough petroleum so the air turns black.
You’ll never look back.
Make your money stealing resources from the world.
Fresh water, phosphorus, scandium and terbium you hide.

Build your empires killing mankind.
Tumbling, tumbling, collapsing down.
It’s all obscuring mother earth.

Toxic waste decorates our yard.
Smog fills our lungs.
You should be so proud of yourself.
The damage you’ve done.
Dying slowly, like a frog in boiling water.

Build your empires killing mankind.
Tumbling, tumbling, collapsing down.
It’s all obscuring mother earth.

The sun is baking us.
Butylated hydroxyanisole, aspartame, maybe some sodium benzoate on the side.
Human buffet just for you!
Build your empires killing mankind.
Tumbling, tumbling, collapsing down.
It’s all obscuring mother earth.

Nature Notices

I have to work on an assignment for my creative writing class right now, poetry! I have to write five poems with a minimum of 800 words for the total packet of five poems, the poetry has to be contemporary, I am not allowed to rhyme. The first poem that came out of me is called Nature Notices. One option for the assignment is that we can look at a selection of pictures from a webpage she gave us from here http://www.open2interpretation.com/waters_edge_results.html and choose one to write a poem about, so I chose the picture of a woman sitting on a log. Feel free to leave me feedback. Now I must write four more poems before tomorrow! Hope you enjoy the first.

naturenotices

Nature Notices

The morning fog hovers just above the sea.
It waits for someone to notice.
Notice it dancing above the surface.
Notice the wispy movement.
I notice!
Alone, on a log that keeps me company
I wait. I wait for someone to notice.
Notice the absence of my shoes.
Notice the absence of my coat.
The wind notices me.
It greets me, mist gently kissing my cheeks.
The sea notices me on this log.
It greets me, whooshing over the log tapping my leg.
Nature notices!

You walk by me daily hustling through your life.
I could be on that bench beneath the tree.
I could be in that elevator escalating three floors.
Am I invisible because you do not know my name?
Am I invisible because you believe I am a stranger?
I notice your shoes, they match your shirt.
I notice your hair, wrapped up in that golden hair clip.
I notice you. Do you notice me?
I’m going back to nature where I am noticed.

Out Of My Heart, Out Of My Head, Out Of My Dreams

Numb in my soul
Yearning for happiness
That I can’t seem to feel
This void
Can’t seem to be filled
Was it all the death?
Was it all abuse?
That numbed my core?
It has made me sadness’ whore
Why is it so easy to feel sorrow?
It takes such resolve
To see joy in the morrow
I need you gone…
Out of my heart, out of my head…
Out of my dreams…

Am I sick in the head?
Have I died inside?
With all the dead
So much easier, the dread
I see you in my dreams
Haunting me in my sleep
Hell I keep
I need you to go away…
Out of my heart, out of my head…
Out of my dreams…
No one hears my screams
In the dark cold night
As I walk through dreams
You’re everywhere in sight
You can’t love me to death

I’ve always known
You’ve wanted my soul
I know you wait in shadows
I feel your chill in the air
I hear you whisper my name
Pushing me towards insane
Thoughts you put in my mind
Guilt you lay on my heart
A game I want no part
Yet you linger here
So near…

“Rachel” you whisper
Hoping I’ll approach your arms
Hoping I’ll falter and fall
You want all my sin
In exchange for my soul
You’ve never let go
How long must I pray?
For you to be gone…
Out of my heart, out of my head…
Out of my dreams…
I’ll accept the scars
If you will just go…from me

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