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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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The Great Mirror of Same-Sex Love - Poetry - 86. ...seed carrier...

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from Wondrous the Merge

for Joel

and because of him

 

 

Had my soul tottered off to sleep

taking my potency with it?

Had they both retired before I could

leaving me a classroom somnambulist?

Why else should I at sixty-one

feel myself shriveling into fadeout?

 

Then on a cold seminar Monday

in walked an unannounced redeemer

disguised as a taciturn student

Brisk and resolute in scruffy mufti

he set down his backpack shook his hair

and offered me unequivocal devotion

 

He dismissed my rebuffs and ultimatums

He scoffed at suggestions of disaster

He insisted he had been given authority

to provide my future happiness

Was it possible he had been sent

from some utopian headquarters?

 

I went to his flat to find out

 

          *          *          *

 

He had two red dogs a yellow cat

a girl roommate an ex boyfriend

and a bedroom ceiling covered

with blue fluorescent stars

But he was ready to renounce anything

that would not accommodate me

 

He said I held the key to his existence

He said he knew when he first saw me

that I was the reason for his birth

He claimed that important deities

had opened his head three times

to place my star in his brow […]

 

          *          *          *

 

He took a studio of his own

on the windward slope of Potrero

where I spent afterschool hours

uprooting my ingrown niceties

and planting fresh beds of bliss

His sheets were grassy green

 

          *          *          *

 

In his long bathtub

he sat me opposite him

and scrubbed away my guilt

 

With a breakfast of sunbursts

he woke the sleeping princess

in my castle of armor

 

Waving blueprints of daring

for twin heroes

he roused my rusty knighthood

 

To the choked minstrel

aching in my throat

he proffered concerts of praise

 

Off the tip of his tongue

I took each tasty love word

and swallowed it whole

for my own

 

Are you my Book of Miracles? I said

Are you my Bodhisattva? said He

 

          *          *          *

 

Wondrous Wondrous the merge

Wondrous the merge of soulmates

the surprises of recognition

Wondrous the flowerings of renewal

Wondrous the wings of the air

clapping their happy approval!

 

          *          *          *

 

I severed my respectabilities

and bought a yellow mobile home

in an unlikely neighborhood

He moved in his toaster his camera

and his eagerness to become

my courier seed-carrier and consort

 

Above all he brought the flying carpet

that upholsters his boundless embrace

Year after year he takes me soaring

out to the ecstasies of the cosmos

that await all beings in love

 

One day we shall not bother to return

—James Broughton,

1982

 

 

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as noted
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On 1/20/2023 at 5:10 PM, Backwoods Boy said:

What an adventure of spontaneity and unconventionality.  One free spirit unleashing another.  Why be normal when you can be yourself? :)

Question:  What style of poetry is represented here?  "Prose poetry" was mentioned with respect to the anthology.  Is that what we see here, perhaps?

Thanks, Backwoods Boy. "Wondrous the Merge" is what I would call a free form poem. To post it here, I cut out a few of the sections of the entire thing (to focus more on the 'story' the poet wants to tell us), and this poem is more like a small collection of poems, but presented under a unifying title. 

As for Prose Poetry! I suppose you'll remember having read the leading example of it that exists: Max Ehrman's Desiderata. "Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence . . . " 

https://www.desiderata.com/desiderata.html

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This Prose Poem is like a meditative verse from a holy book. There are others, and I could pull up several paragraphs from Melville's sea novels that are pure prose poetry too. :) 

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40 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

Thanks, Backwoods Boy. "Wondrous the Merge" is what I would call a free form poem. To post it here, I cut out a few more of the sections of the entire thing (to focus more on the 'story' the poet wants to tell us), and this poem is more like a small collection of poems, but presented under a unifying title. 

As for Prose Poetry! I suppose you'll remember having read the leading example of it that exists: Max Ehrman's Desiderata. "Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence . . . " 

This Prose Poem is like a meditative verse from a holy book. There are others, and I could pull up several paragraphs from Melville's sea novels that are pure prose poetry too. :) 

Thank you for the continuing education.  I noted in the poem above that there were two patterns - usually six lines though sometimes three, and a complete absence of punctuation except for the occasional question mark and one exclamation point.  Looking online at further discussions of free verse, it seems that Walt Whitman gets the credit for creating it, with nods to the Psalms and French influences.  I'm reminded of Northwest Native American art.  There are a few underlying rules - perhaps "principles" would be a better term - but beyond that the artists are free to express themselves as they see fit. :)   

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On 1/20/2023 at 7:09 PM, Backwoods Boy said:

Thank you for the continuing education.  I noted in the poem above that there were two patterns - usually six lines though sometimes three, and a complete absence of punctuation except for the occasional question mark and one exclamation point.  Looking online at further discussions of free verse, it seems that Walt Whitman gets the credit for creating it, with nods to the Psalms and French influences.  I'm reminded of Northwest Native American art.  There are a few underlying rules - perhaps "principles" would be a better term - but beyond that the artists are free to express themselves as they see fit. :)   

Broughton's Post-Modern punctuation style was "cleaned up" by the automatic posting editor here on GA. Back in the 70s and 80s, it was considered edgy, lol, to eschew all punctuation (something the Modern poets never did). And my own poetry from the late 80s still has this conceit in it, I'm embarrassed to say. But Broughton used three blank spaces instead of commas in lines that should have them. So his "my courier seed-carrier and consort" should actually look like this:

"my courier    seed-carrier    and consort"

But the GA editor will not allow that and erases the blank spaces. 

 

You remind me that it's well past due that I post something by Whitman. I know which one I'd show first; now all I have to do is find time to document it :)

Free form poetry is an interesting area to investigate, if one is interested is its history. A poet named Christopher Smart composed free-form verse while he was incarcerated in the madhouse, in the mid 1700s. But his work was not published until the 1950s, when he caused quite a sensation. On the other hand, the oldest known poet (to me) who printed free-form verse is a German named Novalis. At the end of the 1700s, he published the most incredible poetry (including poems about love and marriage between men) in the new Transcendental style that arose in Germany at the time. Now, this movement later took firm root in American soil, and Lucy Larcom, Melville, and Whitman are all exponents of this school of thought. So, did Novalis give Whitman the form to use for Whitman to become Whitman . . . ? It's an area well worth investigating, as the German press was very, very active in America in his day    

On 1/20/2023 at 9:16 PM, raven1 said:

Thanks AC!  This lovely poem made me feel happy to have the chance to live life my way.  My day is better for having read this joyful poem. I also appreciate your lessons on poetry.  As I mentioned to you before, I honestly did not appreciate poetry for most of my life.  You have changed that by your passionate teachings and responses to my questions.

Thank you for reading this, Terry! I'm always happy to see how a certain poem or prose work I decide to post affects others. The feedback that it made your day better is awesome. I can't ask for anything more! A million more thanks 

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