To Obey the Womb's Secrets
Dedicated to special woman in my life
She leaned over the
the scratches of her poetry,
the wasteless litanies of How’s and Why’s--
Her husky dog yowled.
A need for the pellets of love
so close to the nadir of helplessness.
Would she ever return? So close
to the chicory taste of words,
which seems so bitter tonight.
And let’s not forget the water
for the bowl or sugar ants, invading
the stupor of trickling words.
Shall she wait until his gall
clouds more memory of that
encounter unfair and unchivalrous?
Those bottlenecks of times spent
licking up the detritus of those
who would judge her for calling on rain?
No. Yesterdays still live in the womb
of all women seeking answers from
the tombs of men who kill unceremoniously.
That spirit, again, of the most secretive
parts of her that live on the tips
of dying sunflowers and cigarettes.
Better to play more with the verses
of Now—no placating the endless
cry within but to reveal the leaking drama.
So back to the table she goes
and spills more light on the tropes
to harness that needful madness.
So brave, so close to the womb.
About the Creator
Paul Aaron Domenick
I taught high school English for 18 years but never developed my own writing and style until three years ago. Since then I have been submitting my work to publications. In exchange with others, my words constantly surface but never arrive.
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The golden womb always knows what embryo to give birth to in order to honor its existence. A sacred symbol in the prayers of India and my own. (Hiranyagarbha). Now, the central hero's attempt to create is always intertwined with the emotional pain of failure, of confusion, and of the difficulties he faces in general. Mainly the rejection by his own self (I know this from myself). Grounding in reality can be perceived through small noises that might scare or seem more intense amidst the disquieting calm of the creative frenzy (how many times it happened to me to bang my head on the ceiling with a loud noise during a moment of absorption). The bitterness for the creator surely transfers to a level of vengeance, but a beautiful creator always follows subconsciously the saying: "I will take vengeance on you with much love and light." No pain is stronger than the need for survival. As for the techniques of speech, there are plenty, and I single out the metaphors which are diamond-like, the contrasts, and your elliptical style which is very mature, as is all your poetic presentation always.