Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Las Goddesitas

                              Dedicated with love and affection to 

                                              KS  OL  LB

                                       (The real Goddesitas)

And we are only as we are when we found each other
And at our age, still, here we are, at our age
Young among the long years.
At poor pace we sing each to each
Well experienced, on our own, babes
We brassy broads with paint chipped to the primer.
No fearful virgins here or mermaids singing in a green bay, we
Make the old gods gaze when we come on strong.
Goddesses don’t need.
Goddesses choose.  We might choose you.
We make noise when someone turns us on.
Each your hands I held
Bearing you away in my busy heart.
Hard hugging, breast on breast
 I breathe deep your hair on my cheek
The press of your hand at my back
In and out with my heartbeat
Clinging like drowning swimmers, we, kicking
together against the cruel undertow of time.
Meanwhile, winging wide you three
Weave your pragmatic magic
All this glory, all this, the gorgeous music of your gab.

Because of you –
    The angry years, forgiven, lightly lie.
Because of you –
   Still young among the long years
   My wings you mend, rising blue to the upward sky
Because of you –
     From such height myself I see 
     I am not as I am
     But as I would I would be.


  1. Glorious! Tender, raw, honest,

    and deeply erotic.

    Thank you.

    1. Hi Lisabet!

      Thank YOU!
      I don't have much to ay about the poem, other than that it is dedicated to three specific women, all too real.


  2. So beautiful, all of it! And the final stanza sends the right kind of chills through me. Filed in my mind next to passages from Dylan Thomas. Or in a file of their own, except that right now, with my 95-year-old father back in the hospital--probably nothing crucial--"Do not go gentle into that good night" has been looping through my mind all night. I'd rather think of your lines, so thanks for sharing them!

    1. Hi Sacchi!

      Thank you for readng them. Although your father has lived a long life and is living in a far different world than the one he was born in we hope he lives a little longer. When you think about it, th world of 1921 and the world of now are so vastly different. And this has never happened before in the course of history, to see such vast change in such a short period. He was really born at the critical time.


  3. Garce, you're one of those writers who *does* things with words. You create effects on the reader. Of course, this is what a writer *should* do. But few do it like you do.

    1. Hi Daddy X!

      Hopefully with each effort I'll get better. Hang in there.


  4. Evocative and touching. You hold such love and esteem for women that it's palpable in your writing. Your wife is a very lucky woman. And your son has a role model to be envied. I don't write poetry much, but I do appreciate someone who makes love with words. Well done!

  5. Hi Fiona!

    I do love women, I love the company and conversation of women and I'm glad it shows through here to you. I want to understand poetry better. My favorite writers, Including some here I've noticed all write poetry which I think is the way to learn the sound music of words.


  6. And being an inveterate heterosexual, I love the company of men, just as you love the company of women. I regard it as almost 2 different languages. Women discuss feelings honestly and unguardedly, which is good when you need support or to be understood, but can be bad if the person you share with uses your words to hurt you. Many men see sharing feelings as an imposition, because their upbringing belittled emotions in a mistaken zeal to make them "strong and macho". Instead, when you deny emotions, they sabotage you from the inside, either with physical ailments they can cause, or emotional pain that can cripple you and make life unbearable. Eventually, denial makes some men unable to even feel their own emotions, because they've denied them for so long. Emotions are a part of our human birthright. Deny them at your own peril.

    Men are the masters at talking about current events and sports trivia. But they're also great at expressing opinions, sometimes without words. I remember one of my closest friends in college, a man who might have wanted more than a platonic relationship with me, but was content to be a lasting friend, (we still keep in touch), rather than a quickly-discarded "boy-toy." I asked him what he thought of a mutual acquaintance, and he smirked and used his hand to simulate jerking himself off. I laughed, asking him if he meant the guy was a "jag-off." "Well, yeah," he replied. As an English major, and a lover of words, I was tickled that he could be so eloquently succinct as to not even need words.

  7. "Goddesses don’t need.
    Goddesses choose."

    Very nice.