#newborn
A preludium of a morning.
The sudden sound
of the calling bell.
A woman's waterline
breaks through the walls.
The rowing of
the midwife commences.
Charting transitions
by its miniscule degrees, integers.
Looking in on the mouth
of the womb as holy land.
Negotiating with the flustered ******
coaxing her widening.
The gated reverb of labor
is a miraculous performance
unique to each woman.
Earth shudders,
believing the restless hour
to be an act of God,
come hither in the shadow
of expectation.
A pantomime then between
midwife and mother.
Stage directions float
above the frightened audience.
Each hour is a little war.
But love of this nature
is an underwater dancer,
it asks you to trust the danger.
The ripples.
The siege.
The arrival.
A time of quiet.
"Beginnings are such delicate times."
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 3:44 AM UTC
Forever ended today.
Time no longer stood still
as Grandfather's clock fell forward
leaving behind shards
of yesterdays and tomorrows.
Grandmother's sink is full
of unwashed pots
and newborn sorrow.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:50 PM UTC
And now it seems like all of my hands are focused on someone new
From the clock to my palm
These hands are for you
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
With a hand motions to be quiet
Finger across lips to hush
That moment breath comes
God's breath in a whisper
To a baby
One breath to come
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 6:35 PM UTC
Christmas
as usual, buttered
with senescent conversations
this year fizzed with a citrus dialogue
of scrunched ears, hot water bottle hugs
and altogether too much hair
on the smallest head
Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 7:10 AM UTC
Eyes open into newness
And find a smile
Dimpled giddy
With the happiness
That took only one look to awaken
And one little life to nurture.
Nine months worth of waiting
Melt into a promise of forever.
My love for you is an endless
Beautiful thing.
Bigger than the both of us
Loud and bellowing.
But I whisper it
because I want to let you sleep.
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 4:41 AM UTC
❤🌻
I will learn how to be alone..
I will explore like a new born..
A new life will start every dawn..
I will forget everything the wind has blown..
I won't worry about the unknown..
Everyday will be a milestone..
My determination will show how I've grown..
❤🌻
Nermine
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 5:48 AM UTC
******* my thumb like a nervous toddler
I fooled her into believing
Retained the innocence of a child
And like a baby cried into the void around me without reason
She licked wounds I pretended to have like a lioness cleans the fur of her cubs
Slurping my regrets like spaghetti noodles
I hid truth and to reciprocate she exposes my vulnerability as an infant
Despite deception she still longed to fix whatever made me lie in the first place
And that made me realize
Wasn't acting like a babe anymore
That night was a newborn again
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
I have cried,
The tears of a thousand widows
Stripped my soul bare
Sold some organs
Rearranged some bones
But still.....
You went to heaven without me
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
Sonnet: Second Sight (II)
by Michael R. Burch
(Newborns see best at a distance of 8 to 14 inches.)
Wiser than we know, the newborn screams,
red-faced from breath, and wonders what life means
this close to death, amid the arctic glare
of warmthless lights above.
Beware! Beware!—
encrypted signals, codes? Or ciphers, noughts?
Interpretless, almost, as his own thoughts—
the brilliant lights, the brilliant lights exist.
Intruding faces ogle, gape, insist—
this madness, this soft-hissing breath, makes sense.
Why can he not float on, in dark suspense,
and dream of life? Why did they rip him out?
He frowns at them—small gnomish frowns, all doubt—
and with an ancient mien, O sorrowful!,
re-closes eyes that saw in darkness null
ecstatic sights, exceeding beautiful.
Published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea. Keywords/Tags: sonnet, newborn, baby, birth, labor, slap, breath, screams, life, sight, vision, mrbson
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 12:44 AM UTC
In 2009, The american disaster film "2012" was released.
Preparing for "The End of The World" was easy.
A piece of cardboard at a Red Light.
"2012 The End Is Nigh, What's a dollar?"
We might as well have smiled, given a friendly wave,
honked our horns like we were passing the Freeport Flag Ladies.
In 2012, I was in high school with my first job.
I didn't care that In the twinkling of an eye,
we were gonna hear God's last trumpet.
On Rapture-Eve, I set out "Milk N' Cookies" for the "Left-behind"
I left next mornings outfit on the side of the road as if Angels abducted me butt-ass naked mid-stride
Turns out, the red light never turned green.
The "left-behind" kept breeding
and Hell on earth just kept recruiting
Now it's 2020,
The Freeport Flag Ladies are in Quarantine,
the signs have needles in our eyelids like mechanical spiders,
You can't even turn the news off now,
I pick it up at CVS Like a Controlled substance prescription.
They make you call in once a month to get it refilled.
Some how my amazing wife Amy and I
Not only survived the rapture,
we brought a brand new life into it.
For 10 days we were locked in a hospital
We never looked at the news.
The world melted away as we danced together
Waiting to meet our little miracle.
After Amy was whisked away for intensive surgery
and survived the most unspeakably amazing thing in the world
a nurse eventually grabbed me and asked if I wanted to meet my daughter,
I was guided to a baby table
with knobs, meters, heat lamps,
and on a tiny cushion
in a tiny plastic crib,
My daughter.
Sophia Naomi Mae Coulombe.
wide eyed
staring into my pupils
wiggling
perfect
Now we are home.
No nurses, no IV.
Somehow it feels like the end of the world and all it's chaos
was the best thing that has ever happened to us.
Everything happened exactly when it needed too.
We couldn't have had better timing
if God planned it.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 1:39 AM UTC
Is a Child
A mirror of himself
his father, and his father's fathers.
All culminating within the palms
Of his own two hands
His newborn babe.
He wonders in awe,
"How can I best teach, support, and love you?"
With ears of compassion
Eyes of love, and a heart of gratitude
His Spirit spoke,
"Allow your light to shine."
Allow your heart to breathe.
Allow your your ego
to slip away into the shadow
Of your Ancient Wise Soul.
He felt it!
As he breathed deeply
Down to the depths of his soles.
A heartfelt love
A love that was only imagined
Until this very moment
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
Legs, straining
Pain, excruciating
Sadness, looming
Loneliness, accumulating
My future further
An alert to my health
They said, it is time to go
Mom beckoned me home
I will never
Hear the waves
Feel the ship rocking
Donning the uniform
Saluting with pride
For I did not make it
Years I yearned the post
Now it is just my forgotten dust
Farewell my dream
Determined soul
Fighting against defeats
For I am a newborn
Learning to love
For love is my strength
Oh lord please tell me
Tell me it is all worthwhile
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 8:52 AM UTC
You say you're too tired
To even smile,
These days you fantasize
About naps,
Not me.
Baby has our life in limbo.
I try to help,
But it's always the wrong thing,
The wrong way.
Hey dear, I'm new at this.
Remember?
I miss your touch,
I'm desperate for anything
From you:
The time and attention
You used to give
To my heart,
To my thoughts,
To my *****
I'm withering on this vine.
But I understand, my love,
There's so much more to this
Than me.
You look equally lost
In your role as a new mother,
And you complain far less.
I love our child,
Just as importantly, I love you.
I may not know how to do
Everything just right,
But you can count on me.
We'll find a way together,
And one day we might even
Find time to sleep.
And sleep together we shall,
Just as it once was,
Albeit much more quietly.
For now a kiss
And game plan will do.
Then let's get to work!
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
make mouths
pull on the muscles under the face
express self at the world we present to you
(straining it all in
through your finking eyes)
make return actions
and make us understand
that you are pleased
and that we are not just
madly flailing at this ‘parent’ business.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
You were planned from the start
You, my little one
Treasured deep in our hearts
A precious gift from heaven above
You, my little one
Have our undying love
Feeling you move brings us great joy
You, my little one
Our precious baby boy
I pray every day God keeps you safe
You, my little one
I pray you find his grace
Be calm, my darling, it's time to rest
You, my little one
In my womb, your own tiny nest
My arms long to hold you, to feel you wiggle
You, my little one
To tickle your toes, to hear you giggle
I long to gaze into your newborn eyes
You, my little one
I would give my life
ALesiach © 07/25/218
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC