The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Tue 12/05/06)

[RetroLounge]

The Poet Contemplates the Fate of Her Calling

Her face lighted to sounds
(of the lyric), tears burned her eyes
as she gazed at the painted image
of Orpheus losing Eurydice
to the underworld—the longing
etched across her face.
She was infatuated
with heroes—Vronksy, Odysseus, Mr. Rochester—
whose lives embed in her consciousness
like members of her family.
She worked in her study by day,
partook of good food, wine, the company
of her compatriots, married
and gave birth as mortals are want to do
and at night she entered the kingdom
of her mind where she resurrected
figments from childhood, legends from the past,
and experienced the sudden quakes and vibrations
as the divide between the real
and the invented grew as great
as the crest in a deep and cavernous canyon.
She thought the tender
dinners, the slightly opened window
at the round table to allow in fresh
baby blue air, their private chit chat
sealed off and protected as if underneath
glass inside the insular world of their home,
and the propulsion to follow what enchanted,
through the narrow courtyard,
down the unsafe, spiral stairs
and into the mysterious garden could co-exist
and provide fruits, if she managed to live
with the disturbances, and she continued to travel
further, to seek more forgetting
that she could never turn back,
even for a second to ponder
what she had left behind.

Jill Bialosky

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RL

If you have a request for a certain Poet, post their name in the thread and I will find a poem by them and post it...

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[wildhorses]

1. ---

:hi:

[RetroLounge]

4. ...

:hi:

RL

[Chorophyll]

2. Beauty.

Thank you, RetroLounge. :)

[RetroLounge]

3. You're most Welcome!

and Welcome to DU!

:hi:

RL

[Chorophyll]

6. I believe you welcomed me once before...

...but I love being welcomed. Thanks! ;)

[CaliforniaPeggy]

5. Good morning, my dear RetroLounge..........

Ah, this is lovely........

The dichotomy between days and nights, the so-called real and the so-called virtual.....

Exquisitely portrayed here......

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

[tigereye]

7. wow, she packed a lot into that poem

very complex and labyrinthine.

[RetroLounge]

8. Hi! How are you?

:hi:

RL

[tigereye]

11. I'm good

I just wish my son didn't have to take tests every three days. It seems like that's all he does! I never had that much homework when I was in 5th grade.


I really should get online and buy some x-mas presents from ya, shouldn't I, instead of grousing about my son having too much work?!! ;)


:hi:

[Writer]

9. Do you mind if I just write a little poetry?

The Thinnest Thread

I cling to the thinnest thread,
Supported beneath by one thinner still.
I see light fading away
And watch it give way to the night.

I wait for a simple touch:
A word. A breath.
I hear nothing in the distance;
The air grows thinner by the hour.

I gasp for air, but to no avail.
My pulse weakens, I hear the horn blow;
I grow heavy. I give way.
The thread snaps, and then... nothing.

[RetroLounge]

10. oooh, intense, and nice...

:hug:

Thanks

RL