The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Fri 6/20/2008)

[RetroLounge]

Air Empathy

On the red-eye from Seattle, a two year-old
in the seat behind me screeches

his little guts out. Instead of dreaming
of stuffing a wad of duct tape

into his mouth, I envy him, how he lets
his pain hang out. I wish I too could drill

a pipeline into the fields of ache, tap
a howl. How long would I need to sob

before the lady beside me dropped
her fashion rag, dipped a palm

into the puddle of me? How many
squeals before another passenger

joined in? Soon the stewardess hunched
over the drink cart, the pilot gushing

into the controls, the entire plane, an arrow

of grief, quivering through the sky.

Jeffrey McDaniel

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:hi:

RL

[Rhiannon12866]

1. Thank you!

This poet is unfamiliar to me, so I'd better look him up...:hi:

[RetroLounge]

4. He's new to me also...

:hi:

RL

[Rhiannon12866]

5. I kind of prefer the classics, like Robert Frost, so enjoy getting to know about new poets.

I don't think I ever told you, but I once posed for a portrait of Robert Frost, LOL. Someone commissioned my friend, who was a very good artist, in college, to paint it, so he needed me to wear the clothes and pose the pose, so he could paint it accurately, the hands and the folds of the pants and shirt. It was all me, as a 20-year-old girl, except for the face... Oh, and his dog, who was included in the portrait.:D

[xchrom]

2. ...

How long would I need to sob

before the lady beside me dropped
her fashion rag, dipped a palm

into the puddle of me?

[RetroLounge]

7. ...

:hi:

RL

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. My dear Retro!

How to poetically let it all hang out!

This is great!

Thank you...

:hi:

[RetroLounge]

6. You're welcome

:hi:

RL