Neonatal Death- Painting with Silence

Seven colours in the rainbow, seven stages of grief, seven stages in the life of man

Exegesis:

Seven colours in the rainbow, seven stages of grief, seven stages in the life of man. Red, the colour of blood, birth, primordial survival. Violet, the colour of subconscious thoughts of spirituality. This poem paints neonatal death with the three sevens’ brushes of silence. It is the second in a new series of poetry inspired by aspects of medicine. The first was Forgetmenot, a poem on the tragedy of Alzheimer’s disease

neonatal death painting with silencePainting with Silence

Silence.
complete muted
a summer’s rainbow formed in motionless mist
a mother’s eyes embrace a newborn baby
unheard breathing stops
death denial refutation
it cannot be

Silence.
suppressed screams of anguish
why not me
culpability 
school booked before birth
peccancy
murder
guilt

Silence.
relaxing
satisfying
sexual
erotically orgasmic
intertwined
death not birth
rape
violence

Silence.
primordial aggression
warfare
destruction
post traumatic stress disorder
inward looking
diminishing to darkness
spiralling 
lost to all

Silence.
in court
death by natural cause
ghosts of the dead
diminuendo 
fade softly
as the passing years

Silence.
time sneaks 
seven senses fade 
peace
tentative harmony
would be lovers
intimate intertwining
understanding
empathy

Silence.
acceptance tiptoes 
wisdom fades
new memories enveloped
in silent mists of time
old memories blurred 
life lost
life lived
mere oblivion
immortality of hope

5 thoughts on “Neonatal Death- Painting with Silence”

  1. Oh dear. For anyone who has had a child, male or female, this is a silent dread before he or she is born. Your new experimental style is interesting,but I wish the older poems you wrote were still on Peter GW too. Together they show versatility.

    1. They are, or at least back to 2014. Click on poetry and then go the bottom and move through the pages.

  2. I like your creative use of rainbow colour and the feeling within the words. I sort of wonder if there is a “double rainbow” version for the flip side of neonatal death………new life…..
    (I seem to remember learning about the secondary reflection of rainbows during my OU degree, I thought they were quite magical!)
    I love that your poems challenge my thought processes! Thank you, Peter

    1. Wow Jo, a poets dream: to succeed in challenging thought in a reader.
      Reflection of a dispersion, flip side of neonatal death. A subsequent healthy babe may not replace, nor substitute, but does he or she reflect what could have been?

      1. Of course your poetry challenges thought! I would hope that a subsequent baby’s own character would not be subsumed by the reflections of what might have been……………tho I guess it could…………

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