Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Mayday (May 2, 2017)

Gently
Maia's tears fall
Upon my barren soul
And empty womb.

Caressing me
With your tender winds
Spreading your subtle perfume
Far and wide.

Whispering promises
Of growth and change
In my ears.

Absently
My hands move
To my abdomen
Rubbing it.

Phantom pains
Of a growing child
Fills my body
With love.

Knowing
This shall never pass
For me.

As young men and women
Dance around
The Maypole.

Honouring Maia
On this 
Her day.

In the age-old ritual
Of young women 
Leaving behind
Their childhood.

In becoming
Mothers.

Therisa © 2017

Author's note: Maia, is the ancient Greek Goddess for mothers, from whom, the month of May, is derived from. Something, as a transwoman, I will never experience, without placing my health, at great risk, to do so.

27 comments:

  1. Childbirth and motherhood, two different human experiences... I know you know. I could really feel and appreciate the pining here.
    Enjoy the rain that will bring May flowers! :)

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    1. Thank you, Marian, but will pass, on the flowers, as I am extremely allergic, to most pollens. Sigh.

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  2. This is beautifully bittersweet poetry, Therisa. There is a gentleness gliding through the lines, a deep longing that leaks out of the speaker and into the words.

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    1. Thank you, Magaly, this is, a part of my life, I can never have, which I realized, almost 11 years ago, when I told my mom, not to except grandchildren, from me.

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    2. Ooops, I meant expect, instead of except.

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  3. Phantom pains
    Of a growing child
    Fills my body
    With love

    The natural tendencies of motherhood will bring the feelings of love for the unborn!

    Hank

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  4. This truly bittersweet. An excellent, if sad, poem.

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  5. A day where the bitterness feels extra much... also a father without a child can feel it...

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    1. The funny thing is, Bjorn, I don't feel bitterness to this twist, rather, a sense of sadness and disappointment. There many other things that bitterness would be apt, to describe my feelings for, in my life.

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    2. No you are right... it's more a sadness than bitterness...

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  6. The longing for a child can be so painful. You've expressed it well in your poem, especially in the lines:
    'Phantom pains
    Of a growing child
    Fills my body
    With love'.

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    1. Thank you, Kim. Maybe, one day, this yearning will be answered. Can only dream that an answer is found.

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  7. deft pen writes words of deep meaning. there is a sorrow here that perhaps just needs room to breathe in.

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    1. Thank you, Paul. This is part of the price of correcting our bodies, into our true form. We know, whether we're transitioning from male to female, or female to male, we're sterilizing our body, from ever producing children, unless we can these harvest these ovaries or sperm, and store them, in liquid nitrogen, for later usage.

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  8. As I understand it, there are two great wheels to the I Ching, one representing the outer world's fate and the other the inner world's. The inner world is notched a degree or two to the left or right: It's why we see things outside from a lonely unrequieted distance. Anyway, the May Day celebrations going on outside the speaker's figurative window) have an ironic pall to them, but also there is a truer identification going on. We are the one and only dance there is. Here's to your dance. Show us how to take the magic steps.

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    1. Interesting interpretation of this poem, Brandan, truth is, I wrote this poem, intuitively, which each line of verse and stanza, felt right, upon writing it. Thank you, Brandan,for enlightening me, with this take of my poem.

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  9. As others have said, both gentle and bitter-sweet.

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    1. Thank you, Rosemary, for your kind words, on this poem.

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  10. I am reminded of the women who steal babies after as faked pregnancy.
    ..

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    1. Sadly, Jim, these women are acting out, their cry for help. Instead, we treat them, like criminals, when they need help, in dealing with their mental illness.

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  11. soul deep words Therisa

    Have a good Sunday

    much love...

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  12. I like her caressing winds, and the promise of growth and change. Beautiful, Therisa.

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  13. Well written.Enlightening read.
    ZQ

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  14. Your words are poignant, Therisa. Take the love you would have given a child, and turn it toward the many who need caring in their lives, perhaps in community service of some sort? It comes back tenfold.

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  15. There must be many that cannot have children who choose to foster or even adopt children so that their desire to care for and love a child can be fulfilled.

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