Skip to main content

B is for Womb

It's theory time again! come, gather round the blog let Brother New Sense hit you with a theory.
"the first deity you meet is not the one religion gives you but it is your mother."

deify me.. i am womb.
first home. first heaven
i provided...
u resided...
your longing for the sea was born in me.
you bowed your head, accepted my dominion
you understood who i was, your 'god', your religion
and now full grown u skip over my sisters
u forgot to protect your 'divine mother'
and have become like every
other
daft
creature
when you were first divinity
sigh
humans....

perhaps if i
were like
your other
super heroes
i too would be flooded with incense, and prayers, and love... and respect
so deify me. deify me. I AM WOMB
© 2009

Comments

  1. Tracy, Can I re-post your poem on a Sacred Feminine exhibit I am working on? Can you email me for more details? (asap if possible?) Thanks for your words/art, Polly
    pollywood@radwoman.com

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

B is for Loving Boys

90's boy love - Joey n Chandler....
a moment of randomness between Catharsis videos

There are boys I love. And they love me. And we’re open about it. Just last Saturday I got a text message from one of those boys who said “I love you too man” in response to something I said. My boys are artists, artistes, atheists, and agirl (who is in fact one of the boys so hence the addition to the category) fathers, brothers and high school musicals (Jed and Umar will get that one – lol). We share ideas, music, random nothingness and Brent Worthington . We approve, reprove and listen to each other. I think the girl that I end up with must in fact be like the boys I love. Good looks aside… please… have some substance. One of my boys is appalled that I watched Gossip Girl (if you’re going to bash it… know what it is first) and has for this [and other minor reasons] jokingly labeled me a homosexual. But he who looks like Miley Cyrus with rainbow bandanas should not talk [chuckles]. I love my boys…

Play of the Week WK #6

B is for The Haunting October

--> I first felt it in the shower. Nostalgia. Creeping up my leg and resting on my shoulder. Bony fingers caresses in that sickeningly sweet way nostalgia often does. It was the end of September or the beginning of October... That night in the shower when I remembered an old October, reading poetry at a wine factory; with sandwiches as big as your face. And I remembered two tables. Friends and a girl. And it was October. The sealing of fate. 2008.
Days passed but not before the memory of darkness and a knife. The surgery that changed me... And it was October. October or go to Heaven. 2007.
Time passed and so did my expectations. Fluctuations in blood flow in the head causes heart to flutter for another. Infatuation of the highest order. The beginning of tears and sighs of"it's not fair" and the wandering nature of soul; I'm done, turn me over. And it was October. All my queries I vowed to shelve. 2012.
And Sunday. When I threw the scroll and claimed I was don…