Specific Theme
Child Of My Womb
it is bliss
when you reach out
to touch me
and melt my heart
—tense my thumbs
till this moment—
branch of my rib, I love you
minutes fly
when I’m with you
you liven
my current tale:
on my head
a laurel crown
my glory is this story
forever
got a new sense
when you came
everything bloomed
soft thunder
show me rainbows
haply, the halo round me
melodic
child of my womb,
delicious
how you charm me
a prayer
at the ready
now and for eternity
Copyright ©️ selma
Poetry Form: The Whitney—a titled syllabic form, created by Betty Ann Whitney, and it has exactly seven lines.
Syllable Pattern: 3/4/3/4/3/4/7
I took liberties and wrote it as a Garland Whitney.
This poem is written for Tanka Tuesday hosted this week by Sadje for the October 8, 2024 #TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge.
Sadje says: “October is a special month for me as it’s the birth month of my husband and my son. Being married and then having my children made a huge difference in my life.
So I’d like you to write a syllabic poem about something that brought a big change in your life.”
For me it’s family too. I hope you enjoyed the poem.
Also, responding to Sadje’s #WDYS Prompt of October 7, 2024.
Sadje says: “For the visually challenged reader, this image shows two hands, one old and gnarled and the other one tiny and chubby. The small hand is holding the older, bigger hand.
Waiting for your responses.”
Thank you for reading my first Garland Whitney.
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Very emotional, Selma. A beauty!
Happy you read this one dear Tomodachi 💞 happy you liked it. Be well. Blessings.
‘when you came everything bloomed.’ so beautiful
Beth, arigatou gozaimasu 🙇🏽♀️
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one old and gnarled and the other one tiny and chubby. The small hand is holding the older, bigger hand 👌! Very emotional words written you. Nice recommend that’ post. , Selma ☺️
Bless you Raj. It’s a beautiful photo, right? And a lovely prompt. I’m so happy you’re here reading and appreciating. Blessings.
One day, I’d love to read YOUR poem. 😉 Give it a try. I think you’re READY. PLEASE share with me. Xo
it is bliss
when you reach out
to touch me
Yes, it’s beautiful photo. You inspiring me! Okay oneday I send you “and melt my heart
—tense my thumbs
till this moment—
branch of my rib, I love you”
“my glory is this story” ~ A glorious one it is! 💕 Life affirming poetry. Thank you for the sweet share, Selma.
Bless you always dear Michele Lee. Knowing you read is all the encouragement I need.
I’ll be slowing down drastically soon. Will be back. Will read you when I can. Stay sweet.
Thank you for the heartwarming note, sweet friend. May your “slowing down” be like rich sweet honey. Find you down the road… 💕
Love the poem and the the title Selma .
“when you came everything bloomed” 🤗
So beautiful !
Aww. Thanks so much darling brave lady. You rock. Bless you always.
You are so welcome Selma .
Aww my thanks to you now 🙏
Blessings to you my friend.
It’s so beautiful, Selma.
Oh, Bridget. I’m so happy you read. Thanks my friend. Bless you.
You have captured the magic of motherhood, Selma!
Glad you see that, dear Ingrid. Sending blessings.
This is so sweet and tender Selma. I loved this poetic form. Thank you for joining in and combining the challenges.
Aww, it’s my pleasure. The two prompts fit. And wonderful thing that they both came from you. Bless you sweet friend. 🤗
Many thanks 🙏🏼
They are a huge part of our hearts 🩷
That they are. Thanks dear Diana
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A perfect poem for a proud mom. The birth of a child changes our life forever.
Yes proud. Thanks so very much dear Balroop. I bless you.
Oh Selma, your heart as a mother, shared through your words so intimately, touches our hearts so profoundly my friend. 🥰💖😘💞😍 What a lovely approach to this prompt! 🙏🏼
Aww. So pleased you received it in your heart, dear one. Bless you.
You are such a compassionate soul Selma. Thank you my friend for sharing that part of you! 🤗💖😘🙏🏼🥰
Lovely, Selma. There’s nothing more precious than holding one’s baby. ❤️
Nothing more precious. Thanks for reading and commenting dear Gwen. Blessings you.
I see you also combined these two delightful prompts. 🙂
Yes children are our blessings. And it sweet that after they have flown the nest that they come back and say ‘thank you’…
Some tough choices have to be made. We have to be parents first, a friend second. And it is much easier to be a friend to your child when they are an adult.
Blessings to you and yours.
Blessing you too Jules.
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A delightful poem, Selma.
Thanks, Robbie.
Your affection flows through your poem, Selma. When your child comes to earth it feels like proof god exists. I love these lines:
“when you came
everything bloomed”
Thanks so very much dear Lisa.
And now my first born and his wife are expecting their oyen bundle of joy. I’m overjoyed at the thought of how much they’ll be changed.
I’m already morphing too 🦄
Bless you.
Beautiful poem, Selma! Motherhood is definitely a life-changer!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
Life changing. XO thanks Yvette.
Hope all is well with you and everyone you know there in Your Hometown. Be well please.
Sending blessings.
So beautiful Thelma….
https://youtu.be/I4Sp7hVI4Ak?si=wd_9w35dYbZ20_nS
And thanks Sinéad video. Sooo beautiful Blessing to you
A beautiful Garland Whitney, Selma. I’m glad you took liberties to make it longer. And I’m happy you’re blessed with the family you deeply treasure 🩵🩵🩵
It’s Jude btw. Was having trouble posting on browser
Bless you Jude
Each words creates a tapestry of love so well woven, Selma. Heartfelt!💓