Happy Women’s Day


Occasions seem to bind us
To unprecedented habits!
Communicating congratulations,
Forwarding heartily greetings,
Become the latest fashion on stage.

How meaningful can this all be,
Among the organized chaos
Of being a member of the assumed
Other half? A stereotyped being?
Have dreams been internalized?

On a mental stage we waltz, prance;
Yet, bodily expression is taboo
In the arena of a live audience
Of flesh, blood, and the first half.
Adjudication curtains our performance.

In the screen of passion, infatuation
Intrinsically emanates itself, starring.
Yet a rational grudge is held against
Those who dare publicize a ray.
Often, fear of misunderstanding prevails.

So do we celebrate the muted mime?
Or is it just the beginning of the play?
Are we approaching a bluish climax,
Followed by an intriguing denouement?
What sky do we wish our catharsis to be?

Thoroughly depressing, enjoyed.


Lecky

Thanks Lecky, although I meant not for it to be so!

Any other responses?



Post Edited (03-09-04 07:39)

Just refreshing a poem on an occasion!!

K.Q.,
The title is telling.
References to halves.........

Of being a member of the assumed
Other half? A stereotyped being?

In the arena of a live audience
Of flesh, blood, and the first half.

I read this as a predicament for woman, going back to the rib of Adam.
A smaller part, chiseled from a smaller portion of the first half, yet by design....deemed to be a counterpart..... other half.
Equal on an obscure level..... understated, overshadowed in measurements of outward appearances and expectations.

Marty

Thanks Marty, for reading closely and seeing into this. I really appreciate it. "Equal on an obscure level..... understated, overshadowed in measurements of outward appearances and expectations." Well, yes in many ways this is true. We do grow to believe what we inhale from our surroundings. Thanks a lot!!