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    dots Submission Name: Month 8dots

    Author: saartha
    ASL Info:    27/F/US
    Elite Ratio:    4.05 - 230/385/134
    Words: 130
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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       Rough thoughts for Santi.

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    dotsMonth 8dots

    I imagine you in the morning, heavy
    with sleep and with child. Your hands
    are a stranger's but I know them,
    they are found in different angles
    than eight months ago, they are
    displaced by growth.

    It is easy to speak of stretching
    stomachs and the glow of health. Less easy
    to explain the hunger for an empty belly
    and full arms, the miracle of a body
    that knows when to cling
    and when to let go.

    Just that: your body knows but you
    do not. These are the secret plans
    of blood and heartbeat. They are
    beautiful and, a little, terrifying.

    But the small heart in you has
    already known music, and poetry,
    and love, and love, and love. This is
    the most important thing.

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      You're a selfless little bastard, this was lovely.
    | Posted on 2012-06-15 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]
      Back in my early 20s, I wrote a poem as a gift for a friend's baby shower. Now, over 20 years later, she still remembers that poem, and how much it meant to her. Some words last a lifetime...but moreover, some words last an eternity.

    What a wonderful thing to give to a fellow writer and friend...the gift of words in verse.

    I really liked how you ended each line: a prelude to the next line. Or at least that's what it did for me.

    I shall have to read more of your work...

    | Posted on 2012-02-25 00:00:00 | by krs3332003 | [ Reply to This ]
    You wrote me something! You actually wrote me something!

    I actually only read up till that point in your message on my page & then rushed over here.

    I wondered aloud the other day if I will ever have my pre-pregnancy shape back. This was a mistake because my mother was nearby & gave me one of those "you really have to ask that? Just look at me!" looks. It seems as though I am going to be forever altered, in many ways.

    I'm okay with that.

    Admittedly though, I will be happy when I am not carry around all this weight. My back is killing me & my feet hurt and that healthy glow? Yeah, that's sweat from waddling down the steps.

    But what is amazing is how much the body can change & accommodate and rearrange. It's just brilliant, really. I love the paradox of "hunger for an empty belly/ and full arms" because this is so perfectly true. & the body does know much more than I do about what's going on. Which makes me realize how much we forget to listen to our inner-workings. I'm trying not to think about actually giving birth now because ... that's scary. Again: the way a body can accommodate and rearrange.

    Sorry, I'm a bundle of nerves with a mind all over the place.

    You have no idea how happy it made me to read this. There are the insecurities but also the beauties, what's precious. We could focus on the pretty stuff, but that would be incomplete & the wholeness of this is wonderful.

    Grazzii Bedda.
    | Posted on 2011-10-06 00:00:00 | by Santi | [ Reply to This ]
      this is really cool, Saartha...i'm sure Santi will appreciate this...

    i like the punctuation in the line "beautiful and, a little, terrifying"

    a little with double meaning...little infant and a little terrifying.

    | Posted on 2011-10-04 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

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