When I Grow Up– for d’Verse

WHEN I GROW UP…BABYPI_2Will I still be me?

I want to know

most terribly so.

While rooming in the womb,

on the stage behind the curtains,

overhearing intimations

of change.  Whose screams?

I arrived, a piece of  ignited clay

presenting with my backside,

bringing pain on opening day.

 

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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14 Responses to When I Grow Up– for d’Verse

  1. So interesting to be born into something to be molded… Yes pain, but also curiosity, and I wonder how much we mood ourselves and how much we are shaped by others.

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  2. Sue Anderson says:

    Thanks. Got a chuckle out of “bringing pain on opening day” and “presenting with my backside.”

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  3. Brian says:

    Enjoyed it too Nan. I always like your ‘literal’ take on the process of birthing poetry.

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  4. LZ says:

    I love the last five lines.

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  5. Loved this approach to the day of our birth! It’s a good job we can’t remember it 🙂

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  6. Mish says:

    Love the identity questions from within the womb!

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