by Jeph Johnson
overgrown with lush abandon
born from lavish innocence
her depiction of a stand-in
for my partner soon prevents
my ideal from getting clearer
or my standard taking shape
the very structure of her figure
when I close my eyes escapes
and she's fantasy embodied
in a girlie magazine
except she's the one applauding
and I'm the one deceived
Reading this poem, I was inspired to write one of my own. Very few poets inspire me to that extent, and that is one more reason I admire your work.
Starward
The profound wisdom in this poem makes it a work of genius!
Starward
Brilliant!
Starward
Although you did not fully clarify YOUR personal inspiration, I read and made my own interpretation of your words. (Which, perhaps was your true intent.)
So smooth, so conscise- this poem says so much, and so little all at the same time. A perfect balance of joy and annoyance all rolled into one verse. BEAUTIFUL!