In Honor of National Poetry Month: A Poem
Carolyn at nine
I was silenced too long by the sound of my own
heartbeat.
Joy in living and grief in the passing of love.
I always knew I would write stories,
but I dwelt
in the glow of a thirty-year literary pregnancy.
Labor came on without warning.
The stories I stored through a thirty year gestation
now speak through the silence, that heartbeat
of fear, of failure, of success.
I wish sometimes for the old stillness,
but then I know, labor
once started must finish.
--started 9/22/06, finished (for now) 4/11/09 by Carolyn Burns Bass
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* Aberjhani says:
Very fine lines indeed with
Very fine lines indeed with metaphorical imagery that is both earthy and numinous. Particularly like the sense of a double birth taking place here: that of a creative work, and that of a creatively inspired soul.
Aberjhani
Founder of Creative Thinkers International
author of The American Poet Who Went Home Again
and Encyclopedia of the Harlem Renaissance (Facts on File)
Carolyn Burns Bass says:
Thanks Aberjhani. Poetry is
Thanks Aberjhani. Poetry is yet another form of literary birth, but really not so different than prose when you think about it. Well-written stories should be subliminal poetry.