02-18-2018, 03:33 AM
Musings at the Eve of Noon
I met a female amid a grassy yard at 11:45 on Tuesday.
Female for example, because I couldn't quite tell if she was a girl or woman.
Her blackbrown hair stands in contrast with the world around her
She looks maybe 18 21 or 28 with that oldyoung sort of quality
[that shifts along the shadows of the face.]
Her eyes are greyblue like a sky with a sun bursting from their center
like clearest day but [blinding enough to prevent the seeing past them.]
Shes wearing a dark purple turtleneck
her favorite perhaps
And black jeans that hug her warmly at the Hip
About her is a vigor that i havent seen for 7 years
-- -- -- [The last breath of morning wind brushes past me.]
I wonder what she knows of Sex
Does she like girls or Men or boys or Women or both or inbetween
or all at once!
I wonder if she likes it Hard from behind or
Would she prefer to be treated like a virgin flower
With all that love and romance and candles the fluff between the panting
i guess that might be nice again
for a little while
Or does she even think of sex perhaps it doesn't interest her
women don't muse on this like men
but
the twentyfirst century!
Maybe all she thinks of it is from those books with that Fabian male on the cover
...
I wonder if she minds about the size of a mans penis
i shouldn't think of that!
-- -- -- [Some sharp pang tickles up my thigh into my chest.]
Is she kind or would she not give the time to consider me
I wonder what she likes or
all those other boring thingsyouaskaboutwhenyoufirststartdating
Would my interests interest her
What are her friends like
are they just as attractive
Would they like me or would i like them or
Does she even have them or
does she hide herself away in a sadsortofquiet
what does she do when i'm not there
Was she brought up christian and is she still or
Is she Heathen and what made her so
Was it a long journey through the grim and grime like me or does she rather just not bother
about god and things like that
... would she share that if i asked?
-- -- -- [The almost noon sun hits my eye and ends my musings.]
It was just a single moment while I passed; that left me none the wiser.
So I drove home to my wife, at noon on Tuesday, and wrote a poem about her.
So it's been a very long time since I've written a poem and never one quite like this. Given that it's of a very personal nature I'm wondering what comes through and if the meaning is conveyed well enough and I guess if it even says something significant enough for the interest of the audience. I'm also concerned about the form. I'm wondering if it loses too much "poetic elegance" in the attempt at stream of consciousness. Any thoughts you have will be appreciated. You can't be too harsh.
I met a female amid a grassy yard at 11:45 on Tuesday.
Female for example, because I couldn't quite tell if she was a girl or woman.
Her blackbrown hair stands in contrast with the world around her
She looks maybe 18 21 or 28 with that oldyoung sort of quality
[that shifts along the shadows of the face.]
Her eyes are greyblue like a sky with a sun bursting from their center
like clearest day but [blinding enough to prevent the seeing past them.]
Shes wearing a dark purple turtleneck
her favorite perhaps
And black jeans that hug her warmly at the Hip
About her is a vigor that i havent seen for 7 years
-- -- -- [The last breath of morning wind brushes past me.]
I wonder what she knows of Sex
Does she like girls or Men or boys or Women or both or inbetween
or all at once!
I wonder if she likes it Hard from behind or
Would she prefer to be treated like a virgin flower
With all that love and romance and candles the fluff between the panting
i guess that might be nice again
for a little while
Or does she even think of sex perhaps it doesn't interest her
women don't muse on this like men
but
the twentyfirst century!
Maybe all she thinks of it is from those books with that Fabian male on the cover
...
I wonder if she minds about the size of a mans penis
i shouldn't think of that!
-- -- -- [Some sharp pang tickles up my thigh into my chest.]
Is she kind or would she not give the time to consider me
I wonder what she likes or
all those other boring thingsyouaskaboutwhenyoufirststartdating
Would my interests interest her
What are her friends like
are they just as attractive
Would they like me or would i like them or
Does she even have them or
does she hide herself away in a sadsortofquiet
what does she do when i'm not there
Was she brought up christian and is she still or
Is she Heathen and what made her so
Was it a long journey through the grim and grime like me or does she rather just not bother
about god and things like that
... would she share that if i asked?
-- -- -- [The almost noon sun hits my eye and ends my musings.]
It was just a single moment while I passed; that left me none the wiser.
So I drove home to my wife, at noon on Tuesday, and wrote a poem about her.
So it's been a very long time since I've written a poem and never one quite like this. Given that it's of a very personal nature I'm wondering what comes through and if the meaning is conveyed well enough and I guess if it even says something significant enough for the interest of the audience. I'm also concerned about the form. I'm wondering if it loses too much "poetic elegance" in the attempt at stream of consciousness. Any thoughts you have will be appreciated. You can't be too harsh.