The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 4/11/08

[BlueIris]

"Late"

The mist is blowing across the yard
like smoke from a battle.
I am so tired of the women doing the dishes
and how smart the men are, and how I want to
bite their mouths and feel their hard cocks against me.

The mist moves, over the bushes
bright with poison ivy and black
berries like stones. I am tired of the children,
I am tired of the laundry, I want to be great.

The fog pours across the underbrush in silence.
We are sealed in. The only way out is through
fire, and I do not want a single
hair of a single head singed.

—Sharon Olds

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear BlueIris!

This is a good one!

I love its strength, its passion...

And I love its weariness...

Thank you!


:hug:

[BlueIris]

2. SO how I feel. Weary, that is.

Glad you liked it. Thought we deserved a break from the sad poems Retro and I have been posting lately.

[BlueIris]

3. Got to love the Sharon Olds.

[BlueIris]

4. RetroLounge is totally the most popular kid in the Lounge.

No FAAAAIIIIIRRRRR!!!!

[RetroLounge]

5. I am not!

:9

RL

[BlueIris]

6. Ohhhhh, yes you are.

[RetroLounge]

7. Nuh uh...

:D

RL

[BlueIris]

8. Kick for the night crew.