purple_shadows Posted January 1, 2005 Report Posted January 1, 2005 Into my sweats and out of my hose, Throw my heels back in the closet. Out come the hair pins and Off comes the makeup. Curl up on the couch with a blanket. Pick up the phone, But you’re still not home. I wonder how pretty her name is?
SoaringIcarus Posted January 1, 2005 Report Posted January 1, 2005 Hi there, nice to meetcha. I like this poem, the title is dead on: First two lines-- my initial impression-- Homoerotic? Then I got to the bobby pins and "sweats" turned into pants and "hose" also became something women wear on their legs. "Closet" also became a literal closet. The rhyme scheme of this too is also enigmatic, but not in a frustrating way. Did you consciously map it out, or was it a result of the content? I really like this poem as a self-contained little riddle, like a gem, especially considering the last line. Nice work, I look forward to reading more of it. -Icarus
BlackCagedHeart Posted February 24, 2005 Report Posted February 24, 2005 I think it's ADORABLE. Good job. I love your writing ... I'm always looking for them and reading them. <WOO> BlackCagedheart
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