Saturday, October 19, 2013

The Womb Of God


Breath is born of breath
as ice is born of water
in the blue womb of God.
Without thought,

she sighs worlds 
to pearl the sleeping sky,
cleaving light from dark
and dark from light,

but preferring neither one
nor the other.

For Hannah's prompt at Real Toads.

16 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Well your title alone knocked my socks off, and the poem is simply amazing. I'm in awe, and suffering not a little envy too.

Susan said...

The title opened my eyes too! And then I woke into pure beauty. Thank you for this one. It goes in my file of breathtaking poems I cannot live without!

Helen said...

Lovely, beyond words.

Enigmatic Soul said...

"cleaving light from dark
and dark from light,

but preferring neither one
nor the other." - my favourite lines.

Marion said...

Lovely poem. I see the womb of God as warm & juicy, wet & wild as a mother's uterus in full bloom. xo

Heaven said...

Title and words like pearls ~

Good one MZ ~

Fireblossom said...

So...she's an Independent?

Hannah said...

Wow. Mama Zen. This is some of your brevity magic at its best! I LOVE it. Thank you so much for writing!

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Mama, I especially liked your pairing of 'world' and 'pearl,' that internal rhyme aspect of this.

She creates, then, like the mother of twins, prefers neither over the other. Mother Earth revealed. Brill! Sorry I've been absent, but after much strife, I'm back. Amy

Vandana Sharma said...

:) The origin of whole universe.

Lorraine said...

ah the loveliness of only breathing love that's what I get and that's what I see

Ella said...

I love so many lines~ YOU drew me in...you wrote of birth and I wrote of death and BONES! Wow-yours is impressive~

Loredana Donovan said...

I knew God was a woman ... smiles :)

Brian Miller said...

smiles..i prefer neither light of dark as well....the use of pearl as a verb, very nice.

Grandmother (Mary) said...

The blue womb of God is a stunning phrase as is world to pearl. The whole poem is gorgeous, god as mother giving birth. Thank you for this.

chamomile sea said...

"Without thought,
she sighs worlds
to pearl the sleeping sky,
cleaving light from dark
and dark from light,
but preferring neither one
nor the other."

I am struck by this section only slighter more than I am the opening lines.