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stitched in time

by Mainon A Schwartz

the bones of my daughter
were knit together
by my words

cartilage thread wrapped
round itself, there,
in the hot bloody comfort
of my womb

and knotted tight. she was born

because i dared to speak life
into the brittle air

i breathed raw muscle
for her limbs
and taught her to move
with a flick of my tongue

and i thought once
that i could heal her
let her grow wild
in the shadows of my lips

but i let my whispers lapse

i was too tired
and in my silence
she unravelled at the seams

07/15/2004

Posted on 07/15/2004
Copyright © 2021 Mainon A Schwartz

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ann Krischus on 07/15/04 at 11:42 PM

awesome poem....putting in a vote for potd.

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 07/18/04 at 01:53 AM

slice and dice, baby. way to breathe this one in.

we are so overdue.

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 07/30/04 at 09:28 PM

okay. i'm back again to drool and such. mmmm... schwartzishbeauty...

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/10/04 at 06:44 PM

make it round number three. my god, dearheart, my god. *drool.*

Posted by Laura Doom on 04/18/05 at 11:06 PM

Immaculate

Posted by Kristine Briese on 01/06/07 at 12:01 AM

Lovely and poignant. A beautiful piece of work.

Posted by Lauren Singer on 01/06/07 at 01:41 AM

such an image laden with detail. beautiful work. congratulations!

Posted by Mike Loftis on 09/30/07 at 05:34 PM

This is so well done and so heart wrenching.

Posted by Jo Halliday on 05/04/09 at 05:22 PM

Outstanding!

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