I have no children of my flesh
They live only in my words
To claim that this is just the same
Would truly be absurd
But without form and vocal chords
Their voices still are heard
I have no lover in my arms
Just themes caress a page
And for this poet’s players here
All life must be a stage
But words keep loyal company
And flee not as I age.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
beautiful.
if words are your children you are going through labor pain every day !
LOL…that’s hysterical!! At least literary labour pains aren’t really that painful!! 🙂 🙂
This is an old poem of mine, from ’86.
I could tell you of times
poems split my skull
the moment of conception
or the hours I pace
before real pain begins
pushed from inside myself
words come screaming
in rivers of blood.
My head hurts.
You read my poetry and say
it is not pretty. My children
do not pose coyly,
put their mouths up
for kisses
I birth hours in rooms
without doors. You say
my words frighten you.
They should.
Strong medicine
can kill.
Love it! That’s so powerful! 🙂
Like this…..rather poignant
Thank you so much! 🙂
This poem reminds me of Emily Dickinson, especially the last stanza. My favorite lines are:
But without form and vocal chords
Their voices still are heard
Thank you so much, really, really appreciated! 🙂
Your maternity is manifest in your poetry.
Thank you – its certainly the only maternity I will experience in this life! 🙂
you certainly know how to use words
Thank you!! 🙂
no problems