First Cry

 

One baby is born 

Wailing at the top 

Of his lungs.

 

Another whimpers,

And coos, as if to smile

Their way here.

 

Self-expression thrashing,

Or gently frolicking it's way

To life, along with our very breath.

 

There are the first

Inklings of vocalization,

A cry into the shadows.

 

Within weeks,

Light arrives for some,

And figures can be seen.

 

Caregivers of the baby

'Read' and interpret what they think are

The baby's needs, heart, desires.

 

Like poetry, 

Sometimes the reading

Is misinterpreted.

 

Sometimes the reader 

Places extra lines, words, phrases

From their own unfullfilled needs, heart, desires.

 

And sometimes the reader

And the writer can be falsely led

To think they understand each other.

 

Sometimes the reader

And the writer are falsely led

To think they misunderstand each other.

 

Sometimes, on rare occasion,

The reader reads because they have an inner love

For the beauty of self expression.

 

Like the newborn baby

That wails,

Or whimpers...or coos.

 

It is not the wailing or the whimpering, 

Or even the cooing, but the beauty

Of human expression that touches them.

 

And sometimes, upon occasion,

The writer writes for the sole purpose

Of self expression.

 

And people read into it,

And see what it is

They need to see.

 

We are all wailing,

Whimpering babies,

Pretending to be adults, it seems.

 

How will you express yourself today?

How will you be understood?

Will you be understood?

 

Chances are,

You will not be understood,

Or at least, not completely.

 

Humanity, being 

Connected through the heart,

But lost in words.

 

Verbalization,

The longest lie that has 

Ever been told.

 

So poets, write your poems,

Cry your wailing sagas

Of horror and grief.

 

Coo your flowery words 

Of love and forevermore,

Undying beauty that stirs your passion.

 

Remember yesterday,

Dream about tomorrow,

Cry and coo to the shadows in the dark.

 

Thrash and dance your way

Back to the heart, and express all you have

Been wanting to express.

 

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grahf's picture

On point

"Like poetry, 

Sometimes the reading

Is misinterpreted.

 

Sometimes the reader 

Places extra lines, words, phrases

From their own unfullfilled needs, heart, desires."

 

So on point.  So succinctly defines the tenous link between writer and reader.  What's lost in the transport from artist to audience?  What's gained?  Why bother?  Love it!

nightlight1220's picture

Yes...or, maybe nothing is

Yes...or, maybe nothing is lost but more like the art of poetry is like a piece of soft clay, that when passed from hand to hand, is molded to fit the shape of each one's needs. Thank you for reading!♡♥♡


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

bishu's picture

The post was indeed nice Dear Respected Madam nightlight1220

The post was indeed nice Dear Respected Madam nightlight1220. Right now I am facing some problem with this site.Ads are popping up anywhere and everywhere even before logging in. Many words are highlighted in green colour which connects to some link. I am too much scared!! I have reported via two PMs to admin.----your---poisonshu


©bishu 

 

nightlight1220's picture

I am sorry to hear that,

I am sorry to hear that, bishu. So has it stopped after you let Jason know?

...thank you for reading. ♥

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

millyardo's picture

i f ing love this. im in love

i f ing love this. im in love with this. I L.O.V.E THIS. WOW. AHHHHHHHH.AH.AHHH. you just made me a crazy person. I love beautiful words. thank you for the read

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Thanks millyardo. I he

Thanks millyardo. I get inspired by human behavior a lot. So intriguing. 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

thisisme789's picture

Wow. This is really deep and

Wow. This is really deep and creative. I like it alot. I read it once just by itself, and then a second time and clicked on the video so while I read I was hearing, faintly, the crying of the baby. I felt like it made the poem so much more real! It was VERY smart to put that video on this page for the poem!

GREAT JOB!


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nightlight1220's picture

Oh wow..i'm glad you liked

Oh wow..i'm glad you liked the video addition. See what most of us go through? Lol. Actually after I posted the video I realize it was in slow motion...haven't had a chance to change it. But it looks a lot nicer in slow motion than it would at normal speed I think. They do all that stuff really fast because they want to get the baby next to the mommy asap.

..thx for the read and comment!!

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

thisisme789's picture

Yea, I figured it was slowed

Yea, I figured it was slowed down, since i wouldn't think they'd let the baby get cold for long!

I liked it a lot!

No problem!


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