the silent wail

the silent wail

A Poem by HulyaY
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A poem about immense emotional pain, hence about seeking a return to the pre-birth stage

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no womb to take your tears to

the hurt, above you - you, only a petite full-grown

from a premature fetal fist - forced to let it lurk inside

the three hundred ninety grams of it all

as well as the mere seven pounds

not once

not twice

nor the nth time but

a content and eternal guest in you

© 2012 HulyaY


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HulyaY
As before, I appreciate your time and feedback.

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R.F. Jordan, you have such a supportive way of commenting I feel privileged for any of my work to be reviewed by you. I have been anxiously waiting for any comment on this poem in particular, one I consider to be one of my darker ones (I haven't posted any others here). You have -layer by layer- peeled it off. Thank you for your sensitive understanding of all I intended to express.

Posted 9 Years Ago


i am impressed with the creativity in concept as well as in writing. this is work of depth, psychological layering, and thematic complexity. i love the "nth time" ending. perhaps some wombs are still, of yet, undiscovered. thank you for sharing your talent with us on this site.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Thank you, Leslie Philibert, for a very kind and helpful review. I look forward to reading your work.

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is a fine poem. To be a good poet you not only have to find the right words (which are right here) but have new, clever ideas. Probably getting the right idea is even harder than writing.Good work, great idea put into the right form.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Added on May 24, 2012
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Tags: yearning, self, suffering, pain, loss

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HulyaY
HulyaY

State College, PA



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