Pregnant Pause Poem by Christine Austin Cole
Pregnant Pause
[For the record... even I find the choice and extent of the metaphor here really rather odd, and kind of intriguing]
I had shed my sheath by then,
absently, like a teenage boy
discarding a condom in a
wastebasket. I had done so
without hesitation; thinking it
no longer necessary, finding
it suddenly uncomfortable,
and feeling, unconsciously but
unquestionably, revolted by
the viscous part of myself that
seemed so needlessly trapped
inside it.
You were so perfect –
and I wanted desperately,
undeniably, entirely,
to press myself, perfectly,
into you.
I, utterly uninhibited
unprotected, exposed,
laid myself bare to your perfection –
complete in my desire to bear
as much of you as you’d offer -
oblivious to any reason
I might wish
otherwise
Until…
I felt the truth grow
inside me as the days passed
to weeks and weeks became
months.
Swollen with expectation,
expanding in ways both
new and terrifying,
I became the womb
where love’s progeny
would linger without benefit
of a name.
And still, unshielded,
vulnerable, apparent,
I carry
your tomorrow
within me
and wait.
A passionate message of pain and angst! Excellent composition.
I really like the first stanza and agree with Viola Grey about the flow.
I am amazed the way this poem has been punctuated by pauses. I have rarely felt the degree of ownership that I have for this poem. I carry your tomorrow within me Almost feel that you got up a tad early and dibbed this shiny pearl! ! P.S: Poem with any other name may not have delivered the strength of passion so completely as this nmae does and especially the culmination of it in 'wait'
Christine wonderful work... gowing loving deep within... i am that child...
Enjoyed the use of metaphors (?) in this poem, and the end leaves us wanting more, like some of your others I've just read. -chuck (p.s. I've one.. 'When you're least expecting...' if you'd care to peek? (I'd considered this very same title))
'...I became the womb where love’s progeny would linger without benefit of a name....' metaphor odd...but beautiful and fitting in the context of the poem here...the last few lines completing the touch...ten votes
Oh, Christine... you convey your feelings so well, that even though you find it odd it rings very true. As a man unable to father children it rings very poignantly- the depth of feeling & openness to the stranger within mark this as a poem worth revisiting again & again. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 10:01:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
it's fantastic how your words flow so easily into each other and walk you through the emotions with a warm hand...what a fantastic piece this is...so brutally honest, yet vividly glorious...great work