Dimitri Jagodinski


Am I Nothing? Baby Birthing Rhyming In Ing - Poem by Dimitri Jagodinski

Am I nothing?
Will I be anything?
Is that not astonishing?
Or is it bewildering?
Certainly it is not pleasing
It really leaves me seething
Still I remain dreaming
As I am sleeping
Awakening
I feel pushing
Now squeezing
Soon I am seeing
There is a light beaming
My lungs begin breathing
I begin crying
Gasping!
My bottom is stinging
I hear some joyous laughing
And some screaming
I feel grabbing
and pulling
Now hanging
And swaying
I try clinging
I see faces staring
Smiling
Now wiping
And drying.
I see arms reaching
Ouch! I feel cutting
Now cuddling.
I feel a heart beating
As I begin sleeping
While I am feeding
I feel loving


Comments about Am I Nothing? Baby Birthing Rhyming In Ing by Dimitri Jagodinski

  • Silver Star - 4,024 Points Valerie Dohren (4/14/2014 8:33:00 AM)

    Like your take on. Orthodox - I have written both a poem and a story on this entitled Becoming, which you may like to read. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 88 Points Thomas Vaughan Jones (4/12/2014 10:23:00 AM)

    I wasn't prepared to be impressed when I began reading. Ing words are somewhat frowned upon in modern verse. But as I read I more drawn in, and I quite enjoyed this description of the birth process as it gestated. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,107 Points Diane Hine (4/11/2014 8:47:00 PM)

    Enjoyable poem Dimitri! ........ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 22, 2014


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