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Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Exotic Flowers and Ethereal Memories

I hail from
Boys Only
planet.

On the
televisual dataport,
I saw
girls,
women,
ladies,
from another galaxy
with curiosity,
open-mouthed wonder.

They smiled
and sang,
they reminded me
of exotic flowers
and ethereal melodies.

For the longest time
the only one of them
I knew
was our Queen Mother,
who was really just a man
with wide hips
and a bullet bra.

I snuck
off to the
launch pad,
years before
my scheduled
puberty flight,
and crash-landed
uninvited,
and tried to
infiltrate their
world.

I watched
from a distance,
amazed
but timid:

they were all
too smart,
too strong,
too capable and
too beautiful
for me.

All I wanted was
their approbation,
their approval,
their recognition,

all things
the Queen Mother

didn’t,
couldn’t
wouldn’t

provide.




22 comments:

  1. An intergalactic view into the great divide within families and gender. The curiosity that moves us outside our home world, and into the cosmos.

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    1. This is the allegory of my upbringing.

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  2. This is so sad, Mosk.

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    1. Lately, I've been trying to understand my relationship with women more. The bottom line is this: I am still a bit intimidated by / in awe of women. Except for the rarest exceptions, I have never felt worthy of them. I noticed last night just before I drifted off to sleep, that as my wife slept, I was curled up next to her, my body slightly lower than hers, head pointed up toward her face: even in my sleep, I feel subordinate to and worshipful of her. I don;t know if that makes sense.

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  3. The longing is felt here, Mosk. I think maybe many of us go through something similar. Hugs, friend.

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    1. I grew up in an all-male house. This is why I was so scared of girls.

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  4. I like the feel of this, a journey back to an innocent time. A kid on the the cusp of adulthood. Grown but not yet flown.

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  5. I want to see this as a movie. There is so much I want to know about this speaker. So much I know he can say...

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    1. The speaker is just a younger version of me. He's not that articulate.

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  6. I definitely felt a sadness withing this poem.
    Science fiction in a sense of expressing of how one feels about woman or the lose touch of being connected in some way of form.

    Outstanding write my friend. Been a long time.

    Hope you stop by and get a good laugh.

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    1. Thanks, for the kind words. I'll make my way over to your site.

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  7. The longing here is so palpable.. sigh.. :(

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  8. Did he get what he was looking for?

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  9. It takes a "mensch" to admit he's in awe of women. I suspect your wife's a lucky woman!

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  11. Interesting read.

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  12. Gayle Walters Rose1:44 PM

    Not many men have the confidence to admit this out loud. I could clearly picture you in my mind observing, in awe of the wonder, power and beauty that are women...because we are. :~)

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  13. I hope your wife appreciates you. "Mensch" is right, Indybev!

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  14. This is powerful and profound. The Queen is the lynch-pin to the story and the formation of the narrator. More to come here? or already penned?

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  15. Loved these lines:
    he only one of them
    I knew
    was our Queen Mother,
    who was really just a man
    with wide hips
    and a bullet bra."

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