PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You posited a more tolerant society

when someone like you (and, may I

presume, someone like me) will have the

freedom---even the encouragement---to

follow his or her own nature, without the

interference of prudes' and haters' prejudices.

I should like to imagine a future and ideal

reader:  in the full blossom of his adolescence

(having, of course, reached the age of legal

consent; walking casually on the finely formed

sand of a beach, right at the line where it

begins to become damp each succeeding wave's

final thrust forward, in that iambic rhythm of the

sea's dance, according to the moon's choreography.

Imagine him beautiful, and comfortable with such

diistinct beauty:  his eyes' profound gaze which,

though often focused upon the stars, can still convey---

without the interference of segregating shames and

guilt---his innate and honest need for the Love that

feels best, most joyous and most comforting, to him.

His hair, in a profusion of soft curls, will cascade over

his shoulders.  Clothe him in a bulky sweater---perhaps

some neutral color---and baggy, tan, bell-bottom

cargo pants; the frayed and tattered cuffs of which do

not entirely conceal his feet, sheathed in fawn gray

socks (seni-sheer, except for the opacity that encloses

his toes and heels).  (Of course, he will dislike the

rigid confinements of shoes, except when unavoidable

conditions of weather or surfaces impose otherwise.)

May I go even so far as to describe his quiet repetition

(word-perfect, with just the right inflection and

nuance) of the some of the lines of Ad Astra---poems

inspired by the Muses, Homogeny and Eros.  Thus, from

pages in a chapbook, or his laptop's screens, the

words from my soul may be received, and welcomed, by

his, redeeming part of a line from some flaccid,

flagellant poseur:  ". . . lecteur . . . mon frere!"

Starward