It’s interesting, that I’ve read your poem through two different lenses. The first lens was that of my teenage son. He is maturing into his own young manhood, and a part of that journey involve the archetypal breaking away from the father to replace the father. It’s been a poignant journey, but I’ve loved watching his growth. The second lens involves my wife. The rift of the busyness of day-to-day life, and all the many small enlarge responsibilities to get in the way of true connection. Thanks for putting this out there, Lisa. Clark.
The sex was eager.
But i can't build diddly-squat
With one single brick.
Chuck, in the long line of brilliant poems you’ve shared here, this might be my absolute favorite!!
Every line--beautiful, Lisa. And what a great prompt.
Thank you so much, Ann! ❤️
It’s interesting, that I’ve read your poem through two different lenses. The first lens was that of my teenage son. He is maturing into his own young manhood, and a part of that journey involve the archetypal breaking away from the father to replace the father. It’s been a poignant journey, but I’ve loved watching his growth. The second lens involves my wife. The rift of the busyness of day-to-day life, and all the many small enlarge responsibilities to get in the way of true connection. Thanks for putting this out there, Lisa. Clark.
Thanks for sharing your experience, Clark! I love that you were able to view this more than one way.
Love your poem and prompt! I think "rift" might generate a few poems for me -- it feels so very relevant to the day.
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Timber Wars
.
The scientist sits in the front row
at her nemesis the scientist’s talk
.
trying to fell him
with honed glare
set of shoulders
.
her trunk perfectly plumb
and rooted in superior data
.
She sits almost within his dripline
making me wonder
from my peekaboo view
whether their molecules might be
co-mingling, cooperating even
.
although we are told
to disbelieve that junk
.
we are told the universe
is zero-sum, every smidgen
spoken for, flagged like the forest
we are told to sell before it
burns us alive
.
the forest that just goes on
sharing its conclusions
as if our hearts are pure