The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Sun 10/1/06)

[RetroLounge]

Mad Women

It was as powerful with me as sleep,
or the urge to eat chocolate.
My husband was jealous.
I told him it was hormones,
endorphins slipping in
when he left the window open at night.
It had nothing to do with us.
This was not simple adultery,
or angels flying low,
or metal fatigue,
or any of the usual excuses.
This was a life function.
My lover skulked in the garden,
covered in rain and seed and the erotic
fenestration of arachnid architects.
My lover was tall and fretted in shadows.
Himalayan Impatiens, I confessed to a priest, by phone,
noting his firm stalk and shallow roots,
hearing the priest take in his breath
and my husband on the other side
of our bedroom door, weeping softer
than George Harrison's guitar.
I described my lover's passionate smells,
the way we made love standing up,
his seed releasing even as I touched him.
He's a lily of the field, I said,
God in three parts, and the holy man was quiet.
But, after the summer was over,
he wrote and told me my lover was a wild
and noxious weed and there were mad
women pulling their hair and their lovers
out by the roots in every garden
in my neighborhood.

Linda Rogers

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RL

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[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear RetroLounge!

This is very interesting.......

But even though I find the images a little confusing......

Is she making love to a man, or a plant?

I still enjoyed this poem.........

This verse especially speaks to me:

...I described my lover's passionate smells,
the way we made love standing up,
his seed releasing even as I touched him...


Thank you.........:hug:

[idgiehkt]

2. good. me too.

I find these poems hard to parse sometimes.

It's a great poem though, kind of brought up Desperate Housewives for me. I thought at the end maybe the same gardener was doing every woman in the neighborhood, but she kind of makes it plural like each woman is doing their own specific gardener. Something to think about. Whole lotta shakin' going on.

Of course Cal Peggy maybe onto something, might just be gloxinia she's talking about.

[wildhorses]

3. ok , so it is the junior leaguer's attmept at winning the

yard of the month and her poor neglected husband and how the priest is trying to admonish her for having one of the seven deadly sins, vanity...

:shrug:

[miss_american_pie]

4. I wouldn't say vanity exactly

more like obsession. :hi:

[wildhorses]

5. persactly!! it is a poem about obsession!!

:hi: