Breasts

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By Bee

Fri, 18 Sep 2015
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43 comments
 

Comfort place of tired heads -

pillows - not talking pert nipples,

the bouncing fondles for sex, 



but all that too - 

Breasts, so much more,

symbolically speaking, than 

simple flesh, represent



a haven for babies, promised

revelation of girlness, beauty, sensation,

identity, inheritance of womanness -

inconvenience. 



Bind them, strap them 

reduce, augment them under a knife. 

Pad and wire, admire, 

criticize, despise them -

shape and size. 



Press their tenderness

between cold, painful plates - 

irradiate

and feel the fear of finding...

elation at not finding, 

for another couple of years.



Remembered, the curves of love,

cool kissed skin, the scent of mothering.

Breast is best -The milk that burnt 

as it thundered in cascading, 



throbbed as it seeped - let you down 

as it surged and leaked at any 

newborn's lusty cry sucked

in Sainsbury's, but settled to contentment's

quiet remembered moments 

with your own.



More than flesh, than sex, 

than motherhood, 

this symbol of self-symmetry

and completeness

rules the world.



And letting go for the good,

suddenly seems harder for reasons 

beyond our control

than it should be. 



Beginning.

Certificate 15
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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you for the cherries!

x

Bee

Submitted by VeraClark on

It's beautiful. Found this deeply moving.  

 

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Vera, I'm really pleased.

Bee

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Stunning word-craft!

Ed x

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Ed.

x

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Like most of us 'fairer sex', Bee, I remember buying and wearing my first bra.  The 'uncomfortableness' was even more than wearing  supspenders and stockings for the first time.  You brought all  this back, and much, so very much more.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

I remember that too. Thanks Tina.

Bee

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

This is a lovely poem and sums it up all so nicely. 

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks AE.

Bee

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

That last verse so sad but the final word containing such a lot of hope.

Beautiful.

Lindy

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Lindy.

Bee

Submitted by love_writing on

Hi Bee

I found the last stanza most poignant and touching, yet that last word is so full of positivity. 

love_writing

Submitted by Bee on

Hi LW

Sometimes we have to keep reminding ourselves that when we come to a crossroads in life, it's not the end but the start of a new phase. We can but try...

Thank you for liking and telling me.

 

 

Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You've written all those feelings that women go through in this poem Bee, how well you express them too.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Jenny.

x

Bee

Submitted by Dreamerof4 on

Beginning.............no word has touched me more than when I read this in your poem.

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Dreamer, that's really nice.

Bee

Submitted by celticman on

breast beginging and breast ending I've read for while, curves, gender and all things tender. 

 

Submitted by Bee on

Another poem - thanks CM. Perhaps you could start forming your comments in lines - I think you'll find it works well.

Bee

Submitted by Weefatfella on

So much revealed here. It's like breaking the code of the masons. 'In A nice way'

The inheritance of womanness.... in the following stanza says so much.

Young girls wondering how theirs will be ... if at all.,

"identity, inheritance of womanness -"

A very honest piece.

Written with feeling right from the start. the bosom is the comfort spot for the whole human race.

Yie cannae beat a wee cairry in the shawl.

Weefatfella.

I might not like what you say but I will defend to the death your right to say it.

Submitted by Bee on

'the bosom is the comfort spot for the whole human race.' I really like that. Thanks Fats. 

x

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

What a lovely poem. It does bring to mind all the emotions that breasts involve - over the years. And your poem is so positive when it might have been full of anguish.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Jean. I didn't want it to be anguish, so I'm pleased you thought it wasn't. 

Bee

Submitted by Denzella on

Bee, this is such an emotive poem and  covers all the hopes and fears that most women can identify with.  The  anxiety and possible relief experienced by screening.  But that last word carries the point of the poem and nourishes the soul.

Moya

Sorry, you didn't get to see the lion video.  It is so beautiful it make me cry every time I look at it. Methinks I'll just take another look.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Moya. 

I really want to see that video. Can you tell me what it's called so I can find it myself?

x

Bee

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello Bee,

Just thought of something.  Will be back.

 

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello Bee,

Yes, I think if you Google Lion kisses rescuer on youtube it should come up with something about a  Columbian woman is reunited with Lion she saved.  Whitney Huston is singing I Will Al;ways Love You.  The lions face at the end of the video is amazing.  It is so full of love.

I hope you see and enjoy it.

 

Moya  X

 

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello Bee,

Yes, I think if you Google Lion kisses rescuer on youtube it should come up with something about a  Columbian woman is reunited with Lion she saved.  Whitney Huston is singing I Will Al;ways Love You.  The lions face at the end of the video is amazing.  It is so full of love.

I hope you see and enjoy it.

 

Moya  X

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Moya.

So that's two gorgeous videos - the Whitney one is the two guys reunited with their Lion 'Christian' and I googled and found the columbian woman, as well. Thank you so much. It was lovely.

xx

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

Great picture choice. Was that you, insert, oh brilliant picture finder? I really like it - thanks.

Bee

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