Nails Hairier Than Hair

Can't undo awareness.

I guess,
 
The world that burst forth
From my tender red womb 
Is maniacally clawing
To get back inside,
Now,

Or am I pulling it by
It's tangled hairs? 

Afterall,

I am flustered
With it wrenching
The brush from my hand,
Each time I reach out
To unravel the mess
It's made,

(Or, I made?)

Either way,

I'll let bygones be bygones,
Even if it means
Being carried away -

Lost in sterilized hair strands,
Sleeping wordlessly,
Amid 

Insanely white teeth. 

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

Totally fascinating imagery. I didn't get a sense that this was about a child actually, though you reference the womb. It is a bit mysterious to as to what you are referring, but fascinating to contemplate. Am leaning towards ideas coming from your mind perhaps...... sterilized has really thrown me though :) Will be thinking about this one for awhile :)

[deeps]

Such imagery and detail.
I enjoyed reading this

[Daniel Atkinson]

This is right up my alley. Love the abstract imagery. And the last stanza and line really wrap the whole thing up nicely. Well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very interesting poem. You went in may directions. I like the many strong statements in this poem.
"I'll let bygones be bygones,
Even if it means
Being carried away -"
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

This made me think of a child too but I see your note here.............very fascinating write. Splendid!

[Elephants & Coyotes]

How interesting!
Though, this poem is not about my nonexistent child, I see that the entire piece can be read in that sense...I love hearing from others, the way my words come across.
Thanks for the review!

[Dayran]

Scientifically not possible, but the bond between mother and child is like the creator and creation. A mother wouldn't take back the child that way. She'll wreck the world into a thousand pieces if she has to, but a life put out must be allowed to live.