Last year, I decided to write a poem about having a tooth pulled. My first tooth extraction ever had been scheduled. I was resistant and working hard at de-stressing. I wanted to arrive at a place of resolution and peaceful acceptance. I wasn’t close.
“Why not write a poem about it?” I thought. So I set myself up on the back porch, a cold yet sunny landscape stared back through the sliding glass door. Beauty. I write. It’s not long before I realized that it’s going to take some time for me to get to the real poem behind these first words. It’s good that I’m getting things down on paper.
© by Christine O’Brien
Do I have a tooth to spare?
A sacrificial tooth–
could it be an offering?
In service to what?
This tooth, 2nd molar, upper left
staunch beside my wisdom tooth
once gone–makes a space–a gap–
reminders of losses that must be grieved
perhaps healed, but always missed.
The pink cow stares at me from the
painting below the window
on the south-facing back porch.
I want to be brave
I have been brave
I remind others to be brave
I am brave.
But I need something. What?
Does anyone ever release a tooth,
gladly? Not likely.
To keep all of my teeth in my mouth
intact has been a desire, a hope, a goal,
an impossible dream.
Another vanishing dream.
Bye, bye tooth.
I’m going to keep it.
In it’s place,
plant a spirit tooth.
What is the language of tooth?
Does it have a message for me?
Louise Hays had
(or is it metaphors)
for physical conditions
throughout the body.
Tooth SPEAK! Upper,
beside the wisdom tooth,
yet a little less wise, perhaps.
Better if it had been the last tooth
on top–now a gap.
Tooth SPEAK! What do you have to say?
“How taken for granted I’ve felt.
All these years of devoted service.
Clenched jaw, biting nails, kissing
careless men with poor dental hygiene
(not too many). Chewing, grinding, nuts and seeds–
the tougher jobs
reserved for the back teeth.
I’ve been a reliable little soldier…”
See, you can write a poem about anything. Of course, this is a work in progress. Or is it?
I can’t count how many poems I’ve written to help me through a challenging time.
Have you turned to poetry to express such things? I recommend it.