Dither Me This #4: Ovals

Dither Me This is a weekly publication that presents current, old, spontaneous, or nonsensical musings for the reader to use as a writing prompt, discuss with a friend, lover, or to read and move on. Authors may present questions, creative processes, or thoughtful means to end the week; and while you may still be left staring at the walls, it is not without a new thought mulling the paint into iterative transformation. Thus we send waves into the electronic ether and see what is returned – extending a baton to the world, only a little afraid to let go. 

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4 – Ovals

a poem

with Sara Aranda

Ovals

Born
I am made of ovals
from eyes
to mouth
to sex
not instantaneously created
but drawn
in endless lengths.

I shatter air
manifest life as
a soft thing and rhythmic pounding
in soft chest
exhausting infant lungs—

my first breath alone
gin and morph
more ovals.

Round roots
of noise, touch—
Mother’s eyes
are ovals too.
I am a mess of ovals,
ex-womb ovals
new verse of ovum.

Lips on nipple oval
warm, thickening life
and sleep.
Listen.
And sleep.
Hear, oval wavelengths,
devour. Swallow
oval dreams.
Cheek against curving breasts,
sun ovals through windows—
I become a master of them,
to my flesh impenetrably soft,
drafted as sure as
the lines
I am born into.

Never forget,
Mother whispers,
ovals exist as they are
it is all I truly know—

and for her, I am not sorry
to have ovaled linear spaces,
warped hips into masculine pride.

Ovals are born
ovals are beautiful
like soft water at the edges
of your skin
your continent
your lips.

Earth-picked
earth-molded
no need to be forgiven
in the oval folds of the heart:
I am an infant
divine curvature
scratching imperfection
into the white spaces
of linear eyes.


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Writing prompt: Write a poem about ovals. How do you define them? How do they define you? Do they change? Are they loud? Are they soft?

 

 

 

With love,

Sara

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Sara Aranda is certainly a mess of ovals and is the founder of BivyTales. Find out more in About or browse Hey Sara in the menu for more of her writing.

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dither me this is a collaborative effort between Sara Aranda, Birch Malotky, and Emma Murray

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2 thoughts on “Dither Me This #4: Ovals

  1. Ovals

    not round
    imperfection
    like the enso circle, drawn by the hand
    a contrivance of the moment

    our galaxy, the milky way
    stretched through time and space
    stars, and planets, and matter
    imperfection

    the tangent line makes two marks
    that is ok
    imperfection
    that is the eye to say

    the ovum of eggs
    frogs and fish
    will float, and hatch, and live, and die
    imperfection, that is in the eye

    bountiful birds feed on the ovum
    they lay their own
    slithering reptiles take from their nest
    imperfection, that is in the eye

    Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, English, Aus, Czech
    smiling eyes
    oval
    perception, we hide behind

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