what word was whispered into my ear
just before the last push
that sent me sliding into the world
did it’s shadow linger
within the amniotic fluid
in a resonant harmony
did the word spin its way
through the fine shining hairs
of the cochlea
becoming more sure
with each spiral
tighter and stronger
until it shouted
past the auditory nerve
and into my brain
what word is it that still whispers
deep within my being
singing along all the synapses
I know this word
but my tongue cannot
utter it
I know this word
deep within the beating of my heart
the push and release of my lungs
I cannot say it
it remains in me
it remains of me
perhaps it will sing
from my lips
when that last breath is exhaled
if it does, will you listen
Pamela Olson, 4/26/09
For One Single Impression’s prompt
“Word”
For Read Write Poem’s prompt,
“let’s get metaphysical”
May the first be the last; may we have an audience. The sense of connection and disconnection you create in this is exquisite.
Go!
I enjoyed journeying together with the word, I have a similar word which often brings me to my knees in speechless wonder.
yes!!…there is something so very beautiful just beyond
as always it’s beautiful and full of thought provoking images, reminds me of how easy it is to let our beginnings slip away but perhaps it will come back to us
Deep and heartfelt. Loved this.
I love the focus on the ear, especially how you describe it. The word “spiral” evokes so much mystery and resonates with all the other riches here.
So beautiful. I love the idea of the word being there from the beginning…
Your poem gained momentum in a wonderful way. Such a fantastic tale. Yes, I will listen.
This is mesmerising. I read it earlier but wanted to let it sink in before commenting. You evoke a strong feeling of connection/continuity with life before birth. At the end you there is a feeling of closure with the possibility that the word will ‘sing’ when the last breath is drawn. You maintain mystery by not saying what the word is.
OMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…….nice
Reminded me of the title of a story “I have no mouth, and I could scream” (Harlen Ellison, 1967). What “word”, indeed, will it be?
Terrific. I love the circle made by the question that rides from start to finish. A powerfully profound piece!
Maybe it’s your true name, the one that sang you into existence?
Beautiful.
Yes, there will be a heart that will truly listen. Maybe, if you’re one of the fortunate few, there will be more than one.
That is truly wonderful!
Ordet
I love all these word suggestions! I am surprised no one has said “Rosebud” yet.
Always