Dear Ladies (last two posts):
How very different you are. One being inquisitive, conversational, peeking under leaves, seeking shades of meaning. The other being defensive, two-valued in orientation, unwilling to explore beyong the end of her nose.
The only reason I did the (crappy) "poem" was a knavish urge to take the literal meanings of two excerpts I relied on from your poems exalting motherhood, and pushing their meaning to the limit. A child grows, your world ends.
I am fascinated by penni's suggestion of hostility. You, penni, may very well have hit upon something. I will try to be more sensitive about my own feelings and reactions, to check into their purity of purpose. But you make the utterance neutrally. You do not bridle. I truly respect that. My past decades have made me virtuallly allergic to anger. I sense nothing like anger in you. A statement I cannot connect to alexa.
If the guts of both you "motherhood" pieces had some ray of satisfaction with yourselves for having done a basic job beautifully. Launching the being you created into a problematic world. I would not have jumped in with the doggeral (wha?). Instead of joy in achievement of a very personal goal, you both seem to express personal loss and devastation. (Again, I admit, this is all lightly done. I was taking a literal interpretation of poetic utterances. Sorry if that irks you, alexa. Glad to have met you, penni.) ta-ta gsm |
