ungovernable
the female form
negligently bending legs
thrust stung’d tempers
perfecting movements
curiously breathing
as the plenitude of his beard
armchairs her face
freshly cheeking
bargaining the tight sermons
her loud words
her swelled heart
her eyesight now equally wombs
without words
without kneeling
the credulous poems ignite
ideally funding the greatness of her faith
and with a religion that mysteriously demands
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Really like the way you ended this
Glad you liked, thank you : )
Agree with Ian–strong, beautiful ending.
Thank you Susan.
I appreciate the koan that equates that to
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Marvelous you!!!
And you!
: )
this really good and the ending an absolute pure highlight:)
In a flash, all the rules evaporate.
Who cares when they condense
or precipitate
of where?
You’re right, amazingly right..
Who cares ; )
this poem felt so sexual that I was surprised with the appearance of religion. And I’m thinking out loud here when I say that it sounds as if here her love (I might even say her sexuality) and her faith seem to not be in contradiction with one another because “the religion demands nothing” but the title says “bending the rules” so I guess they are in contradiction.
That’s one of the reason I like this poem because I feel like I could go both ways.
Thanks for this!
It is precisely that Joe,t the tugs the wars for the things that mean something.
I thank you for analyzing my words – and at the end of it all understanding the true meaning of it.
I love the way your wrote this poem and everything within it especially the ending…goodnight Mari, a wonderful way to end my day…thanks for the blessing of your always wonderful words!
and thank you for reading me – your feedback is always so much appreciated.
Loved the ending. You are awesome.
Thank you very much Chrissy