Non-Erotic PoetryWet DreamMon Dieu!, his dream was a wet
Mediterranean pied-à-terre
at nine o'clock in the morning
where a naked Genevieve
sat at a kitchen table crying
because Marie who wasn't hungry
pulled on his brilliantine hair,
screaming his name in ecstasy
at midnight after thirty-five years
next to a wide awake Ethel.
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1201: an attempt to differentiate among the 3 women but upon further thinking, it now seems superfluous.
An interesting thread in PF&F might be the whys and wherefores of creating stanzas.
Quite a cast... Went over my head, though.
5ed
without a doubt
I have a question about the structure
the five, three, two stanzas all bleeding into the next.
I agree
with todski. I love your poetry, love the way I feel compelled to read it over and over. Keep up the good work ;)
~ nj
i cant help
But admire the way you almost force multiple readings of a poem so you can put it all back together and formulate a conclusion, intelligent, engaging and as always GM the way you can hone a piece to this caliber is something I hope I can achieve . Thank you for the read.more...
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