Thursday, March 20, 2008

Blood

Blood

Blood
Is the first thing
Did you hear it In that salt sea?
Blood.

Blood
In birth
Did you see it in the passing years
As the mirror showed your mother's face?
Blood.

And music
In a rhythm
Like a heartbeat

Blood
In the flush and rise
Did you feel it when she touched you
In your place of deepest need?
Blood.

Blood
In your fingertips
Did you ever feel the river tides
Flowing in, flowing out?
Blood.

And music
In a rhythm
Like a heartbeat
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2 comments:

Cynthia said...

Hi Blossom -
A chant-like feel to your poem,
echoes the quality of throbbing
blood. This one gets into your
bones and settles there.

Fireblossom said...

I always love to see that you've commented, Cynthia. Yes, I was trying to get the feel of blood whooshing when one is in the womb, and then to expand it from there.