- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Glass Houses
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If I were to gather all the flowers
you've sent me in messages,
my hothouse would be more
exotic than any wintergarden,
the scents heady, suspended in
moisture trapped between glass walls,
amidst strains of harpsichords.
I don't quite know whether I would
be the lady lost in thought, book
open, neglected in my lap,
finger marking the page...
or the one whose nose is pressed
against the glass, looking
at a world I can only conjure
but never truly take part in.
- COMMENTS
AMoveableBeastalmost 8 years agoAbsolutely adore this. Elegant and effective without sacrificing anything.
GuiltyPleasureabout 8 years ago...and lovely, filling the senses. I can feel the humidity and smell those intoxicating flowers, I like the juxtaposition of the two ladies, one lost in thought, the other outside looking in, the whole of it a nod to the relationship mentioned at the start. Very nice.
greenmountaineerabout 8 years agoLoved the images in this; they fit so nicely together. Between this and "Sonoran Quietude" I see such a compact use of language. The absence of "non-words," i.e. those words in a line a poet absent-mindedly puts in (or leaves in from an earlier draft) but don't add value to the poem make all the images that much clearer.
I actually found this to be deftly erotic.
Really nicely done, Mer.
