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Poetry, week two: Emerge

By on April 12, 2013

poetry-write_zps75a3d5f6I thought there was no way I’d get in the “zone” to write poetry this week. And then, somehow, in a swoosh, I was there. Meaning only that it was possible.

I really meant to spend some time looking at poetic forms and trying out some new things for inspiration. Maybe next week…

Lauren’s prompts seriously help me to start, which can so often be the hardest part.

This post is a bit overflowing with poems, I’m afraid. I really want to do one for each day, each prompt. So I have last weeks last two at the end here. Please read or comment only as much as it pleases you… I’m still so warmed by all the support from last week.

I find it to be very true for myself that writing daily is crucial to my feeling that I am a writer. Even if “writing” is only pondering a poem or catching and getting down on paper a phrase or a line. And feeling like a writer is crucial to my being able to allow myself the freedom to write with only the promise of some future potential.

Labor: Each minute in labor is suspended animation. Describe your labor in a poem.

a lifetime
waiting to find out
who I’d be

my moment
her birth


the party I threw
a big ball
for bouncing

a guitar
and spouse
for serenading
and soothing

to move
and growl
sing and scream out
my joy and pain

to release
to allow
my full expression
of pain
and joy

I sank
so deep inside

in silence
I rode the waves
of pain

too much pain

I was induced
into silence
robbed of my freedom
of my joy
of my natural pain

Birth: Sing this life-changing event, the agony or the sublime.

the secret
about birth

is that the karma
is double

what it would be
not all about me

her journey as well
her story to tell

her beginning
had to count
for some of the tale

Naming: It’s a powerful early task of a parent to name a child. What has it meant to you? What does your child’s name mean?

she came home

she remained

until we could listen

to hear her whisper

the sounds
that would
sustain her

on her journey
this time

her true name

Feeding: Muse on feeding your baby, whether by breast or bottle or some other method.

grief has me crying.
I can’t nurse my girl.

I try and I try,
I pump and I pump

she got some
hopefully enough
anything is better than nothing

clearly she’s healthy
she’s okay, she’s fine

but I still feel the ouch
when I think about,
read about,
advocate for,
nursing moms.

how did this happen?
the one thing knew
I could do right

and certainty
are the thorns on my rose

eh, fuck ‘em

I love this rose


Babymoon: Consider those fleeting, infuriating, precious newborn days. What do you remember through the haze of sleeplessness and gooey adoration?

we felt the passage of days
in an hour

of weeks
in a day

understanding that somehow
we’d agreed

to exist
with her
on her time

in her experience
of time
each minute
a lifetime
each hour
a lifetime
her lifetime
adding up by minutes
as we three


Experts: What advice did you seek as a new parent? What stuck, or what didn’t? (THIS ONE IS HORRIFYINGLY “NOT READY TO SHOW”… BUT YOU WILL GET A GIST. OH, AND THERE IS A RANDOM RHYME THAT MIGHT JUST BE AWFUL.)

Dr. Sears
you are a bit
of a bastard

and what I still want to know is
where’s the second book?

I appreciate your insights
on attachment
and parenting

I agree
makes sense
to my soul

so we were sleeping
together as one

could not conceive
of banishing a baby
to another room

you made sense

but then she grew
and we went online
to find out more
of what you would do

zip, zero, zilch
that’s what we found.

how to discipline, for instance.
not to shame or shut her down.
but to give her boundaries
and security
things clearly she craved

you left us hanging
dear doctor

after we’d explained

with eloquence
your reasons and methods
to family and friends
unmoved by their discomfort
or confusion
we held the banner high

and even though it turns out
community saved our hides,
natural parents
pooling experience
true and tried,
you are not excused
or forgiven

your lack
still chaps my hide.


Babyhood: Write a poem about your favorite or least favorite part of those first months.

all babies smile
but a giggle;
true laughter

we wait for that

and when it comes
we do anything necessary
or ridiculous
to keep it rolling

now I know
from reading to her
okay, watching T.V. too
that when a baby first laughs
a fairy is born

I hope
more than a poem can say
that this is a myth
bigger than Disney

but I admit barely ashamed
that Tinkerbell
was my intro
into this singular magic

all this to say
that after living that moment
with my own little girl
I believe unhindered
that her laugh
her first true laugh
had the power to create
and love
and magic
and power

and probably a fairy.

From Last Week: Prepare

Fears: What scares you about the future with your children? What scared you before you had them?

How will I share
my body
to let her grow



will I fear
every moment
a presence
not me

in me?

 Hope: What excites you about the future, or what did you look forward to?

turns out I know
how to love
can love
more than I thought
my heart could bear

turns out it’s easy
to want more for her
than I ever wanted
for myself

Posted in: poetry, Writing


  1. kelly @kellynaturally
    April 12, 2013

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    Ooooooh, I really understand the Dr. Sears rant! I found that so incredibly frustrating myself, which is one of the reasons why I started my own blog, focusing on peaceful parenting & discipline.

    I particularly enjoyed your naming poem – particularly the middle section:


    the sounds
    that would
    sustain her

    on her journey
    this time”

    • treepeters
      April 12, 2013

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      so glad to have company in my frustration with Dr. Sears!
      thank you for reading and sharing something you liked.
      It gives me courage to go on…and hit that publish button.

  2. melissa
    April 12, 2013

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    I am loving your poetry, Tree. I’m starting to wish I’d decided to join in for Lauren’s workshop, not because I can write anywhere near as well as you, but because this seems like such an amazing window into the early stages of your mothering journey. I’m sure your girl will consider them a treasure some years from now.

    • treepeters
      April 12, 2013

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      Melissa, I am sure you can still join. Check out the prompts on Monday and just see if you feel inspired.
      I really appreciate your compliment too, thank you.

    • Lauren @ Hobo Mama
      April 15, 2013

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      Melissa, we’d love to have you join in at any time! It’s 5 weeks long, so there’s still plenty of time, and even just getting out a poem or two would be an enjoyable endeavor. I’m leaving the linkies open all month, so if you’re inspired by an earlier prompt or theme, you could post on one of those instead. Otherwise, the new prompts go up on Mondays.

  3. Stephen
    April 12, 2013

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    Wow honey. So cool. It’s like going back in time and remembering things through the lens of prose. And the Dr. Sears one was fine; better than fine. <3

  4. Karen at MomAgain@40
    April 13, 2013

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    Very beautiful! I am amazed at how much our experiences are the same. The birth that you wish you could have, or the breastfeeding that you wanted to do… But in the end, the love for the little being surpasses it all!!

    • treepeters
      April 13, 2013

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      It really does surpass all the details that were surprisingly not what I wanted or “planned”.
      thank you for reading and sharing this with me.

  5. Julia
    April 14, 2013

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    Wow! These are really wonderful! That first one I felt your joy then disappointment with you. “Induced into silence” is powerful. The Babyhood poem was so sweet, too. :)

  6. Lauren @ Hobo Mama
    April 15, 2013

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    So glad you’re writing daily! What a treat to read all your poems.

    “her journey as well
    her story to tell

    her beginning
    had to count
    for some of the tale”

    I love this message of remembering the child’s place in the birth. I remember during each birth talking to my baby and being aware of all the work he was doing to move out into the world. And now that Mikko’s a bit older, he loves to hear his own story.

    The nameless poem really speaks to me. I love that you waited for her name to come.

    “to hear her whisper

    the sounds
    that would
    sustain her”

    “understanding that somehow
    we’d agreed

    to exist
    with her
    on her time”

    Totally how it is. Thank you for voicing it.

    I like the bounciness of the Dr. Sears one. (Not sure if that’s the right word, but the rhythms and rhymes of it.) I think it suits the conversational rant style. Also: Yes. I was just thinking again today about how we’re kind of left hanging after the Baby Bs.

    Love the laughter poem!

    And the last two one after the other really speak to the fears & then realities of parenting: How much can we love, how much can be bear? And then, as it turns out, so so much. Our hearts are widened.

    “turns out I know
    how to love
    can love
    more than I thought
    my heart could bear”

    Beautiful. Thank you for your poetry, Tree!

    • Lena
      April 16, 2013

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      As so many before, I really loved that naming poem – really beautiful!

      All the best

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