seabhac

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From the wombI throwThe line of lifeCord to my mother’s strifeFuture to my daughter’s lifeUniting flowNot as it seemsSteeped in catholic dreams.Two make oneOne is twoTwo together again makes threeWe calculateUnworkable numbersUnfathomable reasonsAt the endThere is only one.One…alone.

— seabhac, Oct 18, 2009

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Seren

16 years 7 months ago

Dearest Liz

Awwww Liz ... you are never alone ... this is poignant and sad my friend ... but I adored it ... wonderful write .. touched my heart .. And I cannot see anything to fault (huggles) love and higgest bugs Jayne x x x

seabhac

16 years 7 months ago

Much depth in this Jayne

Having shamed my mother in the birth of my first daughter ( who is Jane strangly enough) is at the root of this one. I have always been alone ,even surrounded by many people. Even in birth I was alone...now that would make a good story...Unusual life and for me I have always felt outside of the happening world...making contact at times but never really part of it. It gives an different perspective on lifes values but boy the view is wonderful. Much love to you my friend Liz

Seren

16 years 7 months ago

Well my friend I shamed my

Well my friend I shamed my mother for different reasons ... being the rebel and not her biological child as my sister and brother are ... long story but darlin I had been living in the dark till I found my present partner ... it was he that showed me I was valuable no matter what anyone else said ... and fired me up ... brought me back to life ... I wish that for you my friend and know that somewhere out there is someone for you waiting and till then we keep you company you are never alone turn on the lights and we will be here ... love and higgest bugs Jayne x x x Btw did I know your daughters name was Jane ? lol though my name with the Y in it means something totally different ... Jane --- means gift from god or gods gift ... Jayne--- Means victorious one .... didnt know if you knew that (huggles)

seabhac

16 years 7 months ago

You give so much of yourself

I am honoured to call you friend dear Jayne. Your sharing of life and love has touched many and inspired so much. Poetry is a hand I take in mine and so I guess I have a presense beside me. Much Love Liz

hugo la rosa

16 years 7 months ago

Dearest Seabhac:

This poem is giving voice to a universal plight, that of the single, heroic, tender mother. It touches the cords of the heart deeply. Seabhac, your poem has painted with few, skillful brushstrokes a picture of life in which I see my own daughter, my precious, beautiful daughter, for me, still my darling girl, as she has always been to me. Great poem! Sincerely, Hugo

seabhac

16 years 7 months ago

Lucky daughter of yours

Children are so precious, we have a great responsibility to them especially as parents. I think she is a lucky girl to have an open soul such as yours to guide her. Finding a partner in years to come will be difficult for her ...she will seek not just to equal her father but better him. The poems we will see posted then will be so different from your calm self now. I say this with a big broad grin on my face. Kindest regards to you all Seabhac

lyz

16 years 7 months ago

Oh Liz

You are never alone, and I feel for you. Your soulful write is beautiful. Love Lyz. XX

seabhac

16 years 7 months ago

Praise indeed K.

Thank you

Kailashana

16 years 7 months ago

I remember when my mother

I remember when my mother came into the emergency room where my daughter was born and said: "so it's a girl... how could you do this to me?" Words chiseled into my heart. Though she adored her and my daughter still grieves for her. If only I were stronger then. I thank you for this poem dear Liz, it opened some old wounds though painless now. Just memories drifting into poems sometimes others write. Much love, Anna There are no strangers in Paradise.

Ink Dragon

16 years 7 months ago

Liz,

this is a poem that does not convey emotions, but punches the reader in the face with a fistful of them. There is anger, despair, but also tenderness. I, too, am a shameful failure from my mother's perspective, having born my children at a young age and without even being married to their father when my son came along. Alone - yes, we are alone, but it's a long way from alone to lonely. I know some people who are never alone, yet they are the most lonely and desperate people I ever met. Thank you for this thought provoking write. Yours, ~Nina

Idlemindwondering

16 years 7 months ago

maternal family

I feel a bit like a stranger looking in; as if to comment I would give myself away or perhaps as a man and not a woman - simply unworthy to comment at all. But the truth is when my daughter was born no one from my large maternal family was there. and so I too was alone and feel your words. ken

Candlewitch

16 years 7 months ago

Dear Liz

Yes, as Nina says, anger, despair and tenderness. I was my parents last try for a boy... the eternal disappointment. Always, Cat

seabhac

16 years 7 months ago

Thanks Cat for comming to visit

Funny how the comments on your own poem can broaden your perception of the thoughts you had when you set about writing it. I guess that is what I love so much about this place; it spins me round and makes me look hard at why I express certain emotions with particular words. It allows me a view from the outside looking in and that can be a very different perception. That awareness is so helpful to move me on in an emotional quagmire. Thank you for sharing part of your emotional response too, I seem to have unknowingly touched a raw point in many lives. So good to share that and not feel so alone with the burden of it. Hugs Liz

orgami

16 years 7 months ago

I borrowed your title unintentionaly but......

I changed it to something else But this is a wonderful poem full of sad ache I was given up for adoption and always wondered then met my mom and she is so much like my mother who adopted me we still talk I have daughters my birth daughter and now my Step-daughters or common law daughters so many expectations on women in the past and yet even today this is a great poem thank you for sharing

seabhac

16 years 7 months ago

I'm sure there will be many titles repeated unknowingly

The content is the important thing but glad the title gave you pause to drop in. The title has many meanings in this one, not least that it was written counting down time to my first joint exhibition in a few short weeks, with my daughter who was adopted when I was 17 and has come back into my life just a few years ago. The poem itself will now go with the pieces of work that inspired its writing. Many will probably just not 'get it' but many with a story and an understanding such as you have will I'm sure embrace it. I have to say before Neopoet I don't know if I would have had the confidence to have put the two art forms together, I feel I have grown so much in this nurturing environment. Thank you Liz

Cloudthings

16 years 7 months ago

wonderfully honest & deeply connects I think to many of us on di

Liz, I am so glad I stole a little extra time here to catch this one, I love it it is so wonderfully honest & deeply connects I think to many of us on different levels... Hooray & well done, I look forward to catching up with more of your work & it's a pleasure to buddy you thank you. Cheers Anni~ "When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace". H.H. the Dalai Lama

seabhac

16 years 7 months ago

Thank you

Delighted to have you as a buddy. Glad you dropped in. Seabhac

Stuart Reiss

16 years 7 months ago

Wow…this is really deep

Wow...this is really deep and for me it kind of somes up how we are all joined/conjoined..... Thankyou for creating it! Best regards Stuart

seabhac

16 years 7 months ago

Hi Stuart

Thanks for taking the time to comment on this , i have enjoyed much of your work too. It is good to have you visit, it is nice to be able to remember the poems of others on the site, like a familiar family face. Best Wishes Seabhac

adjei agyei-baah

16 years 7 months ago

Only a mother

Only a mother can tell it all. "On your tender chair lap you fed us with your milky sap" No further comment for it touches sooo deep. Yours, Sinnbadd

seabhac

16 years 7 months ago

Sinnbadd thank you

Compassionate understaning is a gift indeed. Seabhac

odd molly

16 years 7 months ago

Dear S.I so love your poem

Dear S. I so love your poem which has both beauty and sadness.Sometimes life turns out in a way that seem so totally unfair and mostly because of our lack of seeing the whole picture.. in the end though when the painting is complete we will see that the light and shadows are meant to be. You are a great writer and I love the depth of your words. Thank You. *from nowhere the seed of life germinates from the ashes biding its time in the dormancy of eternity before birth the mothers heart painful broken waves of anxiety balancing the light against the darkness where day meets night bloom little seed yet there is time... Love. o molly

Wally Glover

16 years 7 months ago

I really like this. The way

I really like this. The way there's so many combinations within the poem, but at the end, there's only one. It hit a nerve with me. Life is companionship, death is lonely. Very powerful Nick

seabhac

16 years 7 months ago

Thanks Nick

I am glad you were able to identify with this. I am always amazed that there is a poem within that you write and as the poet you only really understand it fully when you share it and see it from the outside. Having people take the time to comment and express their feelings on it helps the birthed poem to grow. Thank you for nourishing this poem Seabhac