This week for #TankaTuesday (click the link to join in the challenge) Harmony selected the theme of “the longest day.” I chose the Arquain form found on the Poetscollective.org.
The Arquain is written in three stanzas, with the following syllable count per stanza: 1, 2, 3, 4 for the first stanza. 5,7, 7, 5, for the second, with an end rhyme for the two seven syllable end words. The third stanza is 4, 3, 2, 1 syllables.
My son was my longest birth… about six hours of labor. He weighed 9 lbs. 11 oz, and was almost 23 inches long. The old adage that you forget the pain of childbirth isn’t true. At least, it wasn’t for me.
It was literally the longest day of my life! LOL!
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Colleen M. Chesebro is a Michigan Poet who loves crafting syllabic poetry, flash fiction, and creative fiction and nonfiction. Colleen sponsors a weekly syllabic poetry challenge, called #TankaTuesday, on wordcraftpoetry.com where participants learn how to write traditional and current forms of syllabic poetry. A published author, Colleen is also an editor of “Word Weaving, a Word Craft Journal of Syllabic Verse, also found on wordcraftpoetry.com. Colleen’s mission is to bring the craft of writing syllabic poetry to anyone who thinks they can’t be a poet.
Recently, she created the Double Ennead, a 99-syllable poetry form for the Carrot Ranch literary community at carrotranch.com. Colleen’s poetry has appeared in various anthologies and journals including “Hedgerow-a journal of small poems,” and “Poetry Treasures1 & 2” a collection of poetry from the poet/author guests of Robbie Cheadle on the “Treasuring Poetry” blog series on “Writing to be Read."
Colleen published “Word Craft: Prose & Poetry, The Art of Crafting Syllabic Poetry,” which illustrates how to write various syllabic poetry forms used in her Tanka Tuesday challenges; and a collection of poetry, flash fiction, and short stories called, “Fairies, Myths & Magic: A Summer Celebration,” dedicated to the Summer Solstice. She contributed a short story called “The Changeling,” in the “Ghostly Rites Anthology 2020,” published by Plaisted Publishing House.
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It was horrible, amazing, and spiritual… all wrapped up in one event. This is the son I’ve not heard from since 2012. Sometimes are mission is to bring them into the world and set them free. That’s all I can fathom. ❤️
This is marvellous. It’s so evocative of this most painful, yet most triumphant of events. The form complements it too, looking so like a heavily pregnant torso. Love it!
Only six hours… you had a short labor!! 😉
It does seem so much longer – the process. I almost broke my husband’s hand!
However I was lucky as mine were 7lbs or less if my memory serves me…
I was in labor with him the day before but he was so big that he slowed me down. My actual hard labor was the 6 hours. I walked and walked but he was so big we had to wait for him to turn. Of course he was born in time for lunch. My son wore 3 month old clothes home from the hospital. 🤦🏼♀️
Childbirth is perfect for the “longest day” theme! I was sent home for two of my sons because it wasn’t quite “active” labor yet. It sure felt active to me! lol
ouch! great poem
Ha, Ha… It was the longest day!
Remarkable that the miracle of birth requires a woman to endure so much. I am in awe of those who have had the experience, that is for sure. <3
It was horrible, amazing, and spiritual… all wrapped up in one event. This is the son I’ve not heard from since 2012. Sometimes are mission is to bring them into the world and set them free. That’s all I can fathom. ❤️
Oh gosh, there’s nothing like a mother’s longing to see/be with her children. 🤗
That’s so true. ❤️
I could feel this for sure, Colleen! Both of my labors were VERY long, but my babies much smaller than your son. It’s sad that you’re not in touch. ❤️
Thanks, Merril. He was so young when he made this decision. Even his wife doesn’t agree, but there’s nothing we can do. I just love him from afar. <3
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This is marvellous. It’s so evocative of this most painful, yet most triumphant of events. The form complements it too, looking so like a heavily pregnant torso. Love it!
Thank you! I wondered if anyone would pick up on the shape! Thanks so much. 💜
Whew, that was intense!
LOL! Aren’t they all?
Yep. 😀
You nailed that day, Colleen!
Thanks, Denise. We never forget childbirth, do we? 😘
That’s fantastic, Colleen – so intense. It must have been quite a day, I’ve never got over mine. Toni x
LOL! My two girls were over in two hours. With my son, I started the day before, and it seemed like it went on and on… 🥰
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Wow and ouch Colleen and they say that a lot about most procedures! But they also say when you hold your baby it was worth it. ♥♥
Absolutely. I’ll never forget that feeling. ❤️
I’m sure that six hours seemed like six eons! Love this poem, Colleen. Thanks also for introducing me to a new form. Have a wonderful weekend 💕🙂
Thanks Harmony! It felt like an eon. We always laughed. My son was born in time for lunch! 😂❤️
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A great poem Colleen, this was my first thought but I somehow new someone would best it and you did ☺️
LOL! I bet all of us women thought of childbirth. I was afraid I would repeat or ruin it for someone else. 💜
No you did a great job 💜💜
Whew! 🥰
You really did 💜
What a great choice! I love this poem. It covers an entire timespan!
In such few words… I wasn’t sure I could pull this off and still have the effect of time and the birth taking forever. Thanks so much, Jan. 💜
Only six hours… you had a short labor!! 😉
It does seem so much longer – the process. I almost broke my husband’s hand!
However I was lucky as mine were 7lbs or less if my memory serves me…
We’ll I started the day before, but they didn’t count that day! 🤦🏼♀️😂
I was almost sent home with one of them… but I ended up walking hallways… and that helped. 🙂
I was in labor with him the day before but he was so big that he slowed me down. My actual hard labor was the 6 hours. I walked and walked but he was so big we had to wait for him to turn. Of course he was born in time for lunch. My son wore 3 month old clothes home from the hospital. 🤦🏼♀️
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Wow! I understand why you thought 6 hours was forever. I love the poem!
Thanks, Franci. He was a big boy! 🤣
Ouchee Sis, but I lol’d with you at the end. Loving these new forms of poetry. <3
LOL! It was an eternity! I’m convinced I was only the vehicle to birth him. 🤣
Oye! 🙂 🙂
Heroes amongst us; mothers.💖
What a lovely thing to say. Thanks, Jude. ❤️
That was definitely one of the longest days of my life. 17 hours of labor! Lol! Well worth every minute. 🙂 Great poem, Colleen! 🙂
I was probably there too as I didn’t count the day before. LOL! 💜
I so remember each of my children’s birth and especially the relief I felt when they took their first breath. Beautiful, powerful poem, Colleen. ❤️
Thanks so much Gwen. As mothers we never forget, do we? <3
Childbirth is perfect for the “longest day” theme! I was sent home for two of my sons because it wasn’t quite “active” labor yet. It sure felt active to me! lol
Yes! I remember that! I was pretty miserable and I bet you were too! ❤️