Curled up dainty creature
Breathing soft and sure
Nestling near, so soft and warm
Unfailingly pure.
Trusting, touching, bonding deep
With every drop of blood,
And every bit of air I breathe
Is water for the bud.
A tiny, funny, silent thing
That claws at every sense
And threatens all you thought you were
Each why,wherefore and whence.
No fuss, no fear, no strife
Looking forward to a life.
So helpless and so small
All of two inches tall!
Made me so proud
I could sing out loud
Made me so scared
To believe I cared.
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By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad.
Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay.
And strung out behind us the banners and flags
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags.
(Your Possible Pasts -The Final Cut, Roger Waters)
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Now...
The writing's on the wall
No time to stall
Waited long enough
Shutting out the squall.
Thought it would be easy
Just a little bit queasy
Do the needful
Clinical, painful...
They do it all the time
For a poem that won't rhyme
For a future
They know ain't worth a dime.
Nothing I can give
Nothing I can do
No way I can save
That lovely luminous
Lump of you.
And yet it lives
Still touches
and tells me
it forgives.
And will you?
Even remember to forgive?
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Gustav Klimt. (Austrian, 1862-1918). Hope, II. 1907-08
Quick Notes: A pregnant woman bows her head and closes her eyes, as if praying for the safety of her child. Peeping out from behind her stomach is a death's head, sign of the danger she faces. At her feet, three women with bowed heads raise their hands, presumably also in prayer—although their solemnity might also imply mourning, as if they foresaw the child's fate.
17 comments:
hey! thats my fav :(
far from flying high in the clear skies, i'm spiralling down, to the hole in the ground, where I hide
funny the verse reminded me of a 'verse' i write this afternoon!
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Lovely picture. Co-incidental and curious that you wrote something that had pregnancy playing an important part in it too. Thought inducing.
I like Klimt's paintings. I love the colors there and how they are put together. Such strong colors and so beautifully put together!
Have you seen The Kiss? Theres also this painting of a girl sleeping in featal position, beautiful long hair - part of his erotic art, its so beautiful! It amazing the way he puts together human forms, intertwined... such vibrant colors, so well put together.
It has been so long since i have gone back to artists and paintings. I have forgotten most of what i had read and learnt...
as usual...u make me think..
lolz..i don do dat much often i gez...gud 1...
Not sure what to say...
Beautiful or disturbingly well put; Left quite a bitter aftertaste.
Lovely post!! what an amazing painting! must check out more! Loved the final cut reference too *smiles* :D
by the way i like the change of blog look. babies?
Huh? What happened here? This template doesn't do you justice, mate. But, then, what do I know :-)
lost for word. i read this post twice today and still nothing to say :|
P: we're all going down one day
Aparna: thats probably his most famous. I have a chinese version of it.
Sangeeta: thanks for even saying what you did.
CNO, death, xfreakX :thanks
SS: bitter is a lovely taste. Once you learn to really taste it.
Individualist:why coincidental?
Ghostoftomjoad, CJ: was playing around and it got published mistakenly. Will take some work to replace links and get the look I want. It WILL change, again.
I never said I didn't like it.
Oh because I wrote something about it too. And stepped in. And here you are. A similar post. That's why, co-incidental.
I read this a few days ago, and didn't get it till now. Maybe I'm still off.
Abortion. Guilt. Still feeling the small heartbeat pounding in your head, the red blood blackening yours, the tiny kicks now sharp cramps in your pelvic region.
Will you (the fictional woman, or whoever this was written for) ever heal?
'It forgives.'
Funny, how an 'it' can still wield so much power.
SS: :)
Mermaid:yes
i like your new look, as well. there are no distractions from your words and the visuals you leave.
hope is such adelicate, fleeting thing as klimt has shown us and many poets have told us.
for aparna: i believe the klimt painting you were refering to was klimt's representation of jupiter's visit with danae.
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