Camille For Her Middle Name

Camille for Her Middle Name

 (in conjunction with Mademoiselle Say poem)

 

Daughter, out of womb – she’ll soon be the greatest half of dream left in me.

Braid lilies in her locks, lace ribbons to her socks, and tie bows in her hair

There to complement her ruffled frock and dress her as a doll.

 

May she thrive, showing promise for the paint, the dance,

To be poetess after all or better yet sculptress,

(But not altogether in the clay’s beguiling thrall)

To shape her way through the madness,

And ever still, retain all of her dream.

 

She may forget my vanishing half if need be,

For she is what I hope for during my day and through my sleep

All the same; oh, I would die for the child!

 

I say, Camille for her middle name.

This I know if never I have known a thing.

I’ll think of what I shall call her by the first afterward;

For the last, she’ll have her father to blame.

As of presently, as if meant to be, Camille has come to me

Camille fits perfectly, for her middle name.

 

– But she no longer responds her tiny hands

To my lullabies and unheard remain my caressing

Tries at reviving her replies.

 

Mother, into womb – I am unborn for every time you cry,

Every time for terror I have torn you inside.

There I find scars that have been tearing before me

And their mending is weak for ripping at heart.

Because I could not complete your dying dream?

But if I could speak and my meaning not be aborted,

Nor my words misconstrued prematurely,

Surely, I would say miscarry this burden

Still in your groaning womb.

 

– May you thrive and keep your once birthed promise

To the paint, the dance, to your poetess or better yet,

The sculptress and reshape your way through the sadness.

Retain your dream and too, if need be, keep one half in me

And I’ll be all the same, ever here to love you:

 

I, too, say Camille for her middle name.

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Asha Gowan

I am an aspiring poet, novelist, musician, visual artist, and a die hard jazz enthusiast (partial to writing). I did not have a choice in the matter as both of my parents are creative to the core. Van Gogh beautifully painted the artist's portrait with his words: "The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others." I've made that ideal the primary catalyst for my work. Born as one of nature's esthetes, beauty is the goal of every song, every poem, every piece of art. Beauty that will touch the hearts and minds of others. I try to design my art to be healing and empathetic. I study and find intriguing people of all kinds, which informs a lot of my insights. I've drawn inspiration on the art of positivity, of spiritual uplifting from writers like Throeau, John Muir, Ohiyesa (Charles Eastman), the psalmist David, etc. Seeking a unique verve in my style, I make thorough investigations of all sorts of art and challenge myself to the hilt for the growth of my ingenuity. I am eager to share my musings with everyone here and wish to disseminate them. Thank you!