Edited 16 time(s). Last edit at 01/08/2006 05:04PM by LRye.

Lisa
Is this a masseuse electrocuted? or something else? I do like how you keep the motion flowing throughout the poem and how it leads to an unexpected end. I kept wanting to read something more sultry into the poem (maybe that's my own male problem), but there were too many roadblocks to that. I guess it is more of a macabre assessment of how flesh feels when electrocuted?

her favorite color, a shade
half pure, half heat and anger.

a great description of pink.

Decat

Dear Decat:

Thanks for reading. Actually the poem is quite sultry but only certain people will get it. It has a very limited audience LOL

Lisa

Lisa,

I agree with Decat about your description of pink. A good one! I prefer pink in small doses or as a subtle accent to other colors. I think the only reason I even like pink at all, has to do with the red therein.

The poem was hard for me to understand. Aside from the fact that my experiences and tastes are decidedly "whimpy" against yours and Blue's -lol- and I couldn't do a somersault to save my soul, the image is too abstract for me to grasp.

The first two lines, with the title, immediately cause me confusion. Feeling flesh under barefeet...like moss. She is not only standing on someone, but on a soft part of his anatomy...his stomach?

And unless she weighs under ten pounds and his stomach is 3' X 3', I can't see how she could "walk" on it, let alone "gently". The mention of shoulders later only adds to the confusion. If her feet were planted on his shoulders, her legs would have to be impossibly short for me to imagine anything remotely close to pleasureable activity.

she thinks of how
a bog once saved a woman
whose parachute wouldn't open.

I like these lines and think they go well with the imagery of soft flesh -minus the feet.

She remembers caressing rose petals
between thumb and finger imagining
them a fantasy's earlobes and their pink,

I think the removal of "fantasy's" is in order here. You've got it covered already with "imagining".

An "interesting" poem, Lisa. Hope you don't mind me having my way with it! I'm quite certain I'll never fit into the "limited" audience category. lol.


Marty

Upon reread, I see that "fantasy's" couldn't be removed without some other alterations....

In any event, imagining and fantasy, together, seem doubled up.

Thanks for reading this piece Mary, and for your comments.
Only certain people will get this poem, but YES, it can be and is done a lot


standing and walking on torsos

Lisa

OK, Lisa. I believe you.

Mary

Dear Marty:

In my last poem on pornography and this one I am trying to explore how men objectify women. In the case of this woman, she is obviously a for-hire foot / trampling / smothering goddess. I've always been interested in the bizarre concept of foot fetishism and have researched it. This explores how certain men are able to objectify a woman for sexual pleasure. I am a feminist, so I've tried hard not to necessarily put my opinion into the poem too much.

Thanks for reading Marty (type trampling into google and you'll see how common this is.) Freud's explanation is that when a boy had a monment of sexual arousal at seeing his mother's or another woman's feet he used the foot to comfort himself that he wouldn't be castrated as a young naive boy might think little girls are. I did not explain that very well. I'm sorry. And it's way more complicated than that. The human psyche---cripes.

Anyhow, thank you for your interest.

xoxo,

Lisa

Lisa,

A very visual work. I liked the nature imagery in the beginning -- the mossy mounds, the bog, the rose petals -- lovely.

I definelty had to read your poem again after the foot fetish comments, and saw the poem in a new light. If your point was to show the objectification of women, the lines "No idea how she feels, thinks she's dead./ He leaves four quarters on the bed." portray that very well.

Victoria