The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 5/19/08

[BlueIris]

"Suburban Wife's Song"

When you are gone, I lie upon your bed
And you are there, dark as the light of stars,
Closer than measurements of heart, and loud
With the silences of all our daily years;

And then the door key, lights in the living room,
The slamming wood, the briefcase on the floor,
The way you say, "Where's everyone? I'm home"—
And do not know how far away you are.

—Robert Hutchinson

[Westegg]

1. Yes! And yet...

...I was instantly struck by "I lie upon your bed" as opposed to "I lie upon our bed." What a difference a "y" makes.

[BlueIris]

4. Ooooh, nice catch. Went right by me. nt

[Westegg]

5. Maybe the wife and the bed-owner aren't married? To each other?

[BlueIris]

6. Maybe. I always thought this was just about a middle-class woman's ennui.

But my brain is sorta...melting in the unseasonable heat around here.

How're you, by the by?

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear BlueIris...

Oh, nice!

Did you and Retro coordinate your poems today?

Both are about marriage!

This is great...the feeling of alienation in the marriage, and yet the closeness too...

Thank you!

:hi:

[BlueIris]

3. No, I think Retro and I are just in a mind-meld...

happens sometimes when two brilliant minds...er, yeah. It was a coincidence.

[BlueIris]

7. Kick.