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Some men...Some women
by Maureen Glaudesome men declare poetry their sultry mistress
some women, their beloved mate
the difference in interpretation is
curious
some men are misconstrued into believing
she's their kept woman
in flowing robes of crimson chiffon
gracing the designated house of waiting
she who summons her lover at strange times
on her own whims, to which they each succumb
and do those "some men"
ever admit how neglected she has been
in their absence
or thank her for the passion she revives for them
and in them, at reunion
after solitude?
Some men fail to understand who leads who
in this wild love
Some women proclaim poetry their marriage partner
leaning-post hero
eternal at their side whether
in episodes of crisis
joy or tranquility
but take for granted his need for
a wife's singular devotion and full focus
both men and women play struggling host
to their beloved enigmatic muse
with a knowledge not carnal
but fired up in
the crevices and creases of
mind and spirit
random sparked
and loyal to the source
however brief the encounters
when they meet
but then, those are just
the stories of some men...some women...
poets 04/17/2004
Posted on 04/17/2004
Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 04/17/04 at 07:34 PM this is epic... how true how true!!!... in fact, i was thinking on this precise subject just today... rich in language... you present a well known but little discussed fact of these whimsical beings called poets... bravo!!!... blessings :) |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/17/04 at 08:39 PM Don Campbell mentioned your name to me at MNP, since we're both in the latest publication. I like the comparison in this poem between men and women and what poetry is to each. As I read it through, the imagery and shape were clear. Centering it makes the poem look like a generic face and shoulders. I'm not sure if that was your intention, but the effect worked well. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/18/04 at 02:14 PM Fascinating study on the issue of muses. I never take mine for granted, and yes I see 'it' as a woman, being naturally attracted to women, but 'it' could very well be a man. I don't see her as kept though, but like any relationship, life gets in the way of our relationship, but on the upside, when we are together, so much sweeter is the music and poetry we make, factoring in those outside experiences. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/21/04 at 02:19 AM Quite a fascinating use of analogy and analysis of the difference in men's and women's view of poetry. Formatting quite unusual and attractive as well. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/21/04 at 03:02 AM Oh, how thoughtful and original. You make me see this woman in a whole new light. Your poem especially tweaked my conscience since I have been neglecting her for too long. I liked the gender contrast, very effectively done. The form had me thinking too, especially the centered form... all the way down I was wondering what would happen. I don't know if you intended that result, but it DID have a luering effect. Wonderful poem, Maureen. |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 04/21/04 at 06:01 PM What a wonderful poem of insight into the different relationship men and women have with their poetic muses. I especially loved the line, "both men and women play struggling host to their...enigmatic muse with a knowledge not carnal but fired up in the crevices and creases of mind and spirit" - and how poignant is the use of poetry in an effort to awaken, perhaps, a lacking sense of 'meaning' in one's life...to meld with one's muse (when the muse is actually present) and become one can be as intimate and personal as having 'carnal knowledge' of this intangible 'guest'...wonderfully written Maureen! :-) |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 04/22/04 at 06:10 PM I really like the observations and commentary in this. I would say mine is a deadbeat who leaves me for long periods of time! ;) |
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