Poetic Birth

By Leith Plunkett

At sunset his lips caressed hers
and lust was drawn in shallow breaths
…..
She became a woman

That night they danced the moonlight
and soared on lovers wings
…..
She became an angel

The next morning he whispered
“I love you”
…..
She became a poet

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Published on Tuesday, December 9, 2008. Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"

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On Tuesday, December 12, 2017, Cassette (1087) wrote:

I remember reading this when it was first posted. It is as lovely today as it was then.
On Friday, May 21, 2010, punk mc cool (74) wrote:

waoh this was a really amazing poem.....just those 3 words could change so much :)
On Wednesday, December 10, 2008, disposable (103) wrote:

astounding, although at first i read the last word as poem instead of poet---it was awesome either way. i find these short and sweet ones quite a challenge-so kudos to you on packing so much power into this little (big) write. write on...
On Thursday, December 11, 2008, Leith Plunkett (237) wrote:

The last word as poem. How that one word would have changed the whole piece. You know I think I would have prefered poem, it leaves so much more unspoken.
On Wednesday, December 10, 2008, The Lipstick Factor (287) wrote:

Beautiful, beautiful words--poetic excellence...."she became a poet"--amazing.
A former member wrote: think the poets have pretty much covered it,..hard to believe you've only been around a couple of months,..always love reading your words,...very well expressed.
On Wednesday, December 10, 2008, carlosjackal (2788) wrote:

Heh..You'll definitely be getting some, too, from your lady tonight :) Beautiful work of wonderful heart and sincerity =) -Carl
A former member wrote: ah yes... is not her being/becoming always dependent upon being loved... ;) Sorry, but I couldn't resist. Aside from the feminist reading that may undermine the intended and clearly expressed beauty of these words, at first read I thought, now why didn't he 'become a poet' upon falling in love and witnessing the transformations of beauty... and then I thought, maybe she became pregnant, and it was the child to be born, the nurturing, the recipient of the gift of love that would be then re gifted that lies in the essence of poetry, of the poetic being... interesting... and is there not always a metaphysics of poetry... the angel, the transformation, the love... very captivating, so richly imbued with meanings. kudos to you.
A former member wrote: the vessel... the poet as a vessel of love, where what is received is given again... channeling love to the world... perhaps.
On Wednesday, December 10, 2008, Leith Plunkett (237) wrote:

The thing I love most about poetry is that the reader gets what they want through their own interpritation. Reading your thoughts adds depth back to me enabling an experience of my poem with a different meaning from another poet. This is a fantastic gift...He as the transformation of beauty? I forget that fellow poets are proud to be who they are and express deepest of feelings with no relivence to gender. This is a mindset I need to change. I come from a family where men are men and feelings are best left unspoken....Thankyou for taking the time to help me appreciate my own work
A former member wrote: You're more than welcome, thank you for the thought provoking and profound post. I tend to most appreciate receiving interpretations of my writing, so I have an idea about what the hell kind of messages it may be conveying; therefore, I try to do that in my serious commentary. Sometimes I just like to play around with innuendo, though ;) Be well and keep up the great posts!
On Tuesday, December 9, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus (357) wrote:

You would think I'd have it memorized by my 5th reading, but apparently not. Loved this.
A former member wrote: heavens applause. .. good merciful. .. .. . such soft divinity.....repose and resplendant...you echo of what you sought and reached . .. . . .the both of you; she andyou---together. epic...and still succinct and true. .. . .beautifully stilled. like watercolour bodies blending........+nessa
On Tuesday, December 9, 2008, blue (1409) wrote:

This touched me far deeper than I care to admit. Your words of Love seem pure and without restraint; a gift indeed. I must read of you more often. ~b
On Tuesday, December 9, 2008, Leith Plunkett (237) wrote:

Thankyou for the fav Pixie, you would not be aware but this poem is about yourself...The whole falling in love can be enterpreted as i am sure most will as a love poem but the specific meaning is (girl becomes woman, woman becomes angel, angel becomes goddess/poet). This follows the journey I have been priveledged to share with you and your beautiful talent.
A former member wrote: *hugs* Thank you for it. It is beautiful. I wasn't sure how to comment on it, so that my words wouldn't pale in comparison. But it is lovely, and I am honored.
On Tuesday, December 9, 2008, Narcissa (391) wrote:

I felt this mold a smile inside of me and its been a tough week and so...again...Thank you.
A former member wrote: oHHHH you reminded me of this dream, last night, one of those lover dreams, Thankyou this is beautiful.