Friday, March 8, 2013

Rebirth




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I float
Upon a bed of brine.
Salt cradles every crevice.
Foam floats under my head.

The salt cures and washes away
The momentary strife of man’s infidelity,
A moment held and remembered
From time to time as salt licks and kisses its rememberances.

I bleed the trauma of sadness
Replacing her face with the faces of eyes washed clean.
I look up at the sun
As it bakes my body anew
a crysalis reformed,
To give birth again
In salt and brine
And replenish the water
With life.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Posted on International Women's Day
for Toads

And posted for Poets United Pantry

26 comments:

  1. loveloveLOVE "bed of brine" and the use of "salt cures" and "salt licks."
    The ocean is so healing, isn't it?
    This is a great piece.


    de
    www.whimsygizmo.wordpress.com

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    1. Thank you De! I loved your piece as well for this prompt!

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  2. To give birth again
    in salt and brine.

    She is real, I think. :)

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  3. Nice piece of writing here. A fitting tribute to a lovely work of art.

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  4. Bravo! The salt heals and contains the sadness as life continues to push on . . .

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  5. wow...just shows the power of a woman. She is able to bear the brunt and yet smile...awesome!

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  6. I bleed the trauma of sadness...beautiful. In its salt healing flows...

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  7. I read the first stanza again and again, imagining myself floating with a pillow of foam. Such a compelling image.
    K

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  8. This is so evocative. I really like the image of salt's lick and kiss of remembrance.

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  9. Brilliant and stunning imagery in this piece, Audrey. Beautiful!

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  10. Love the images this poem provoked in my imagination :)

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  11. Beautiful! I love so many lines-well done!
    :D
    this is my fav:
    "A moment held and remembered
    From time to time as salt licks and kisses its rememberances."

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  12. i like the rebirth in the end....that baked clean there is rebirth...
    really a tightly woven poem of our disregard for nature and how it lives on in spite of us...

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  13. I was going to say almost the same as Brian. I like the progression in this poem & the rebirth in the ending.

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  14. Oh, I remember the artwork by Margaret's daughter. Your poem is perfect for it. The ocean--a great metaphor for cleansing and healing. Rebirth ... well done :)

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  15. I love how you played with the duality/plurality of both salt and sea.

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  16. This is beautiful Audrey. I love the flow from the strife and the sadness to rebirth.

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  17. "I bleed the trauma of sadness" is such a powerful line......I love the hope in the closing stanza.

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  18. A beautiful poem! I enjoyed the rebirth and thus the optimism of the end.

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  19. I remember this challenge ~ I specially like these lines :

    To give birth again
    In salt and brine
    And replenish the water
    With life.

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  20. i liked the idea of rebirth from the sea. :)

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  21. "As it bakes my body anew" what a perfect line.. and i like the connection with water. they usually associated water with women.

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