I hail from
Boys Only
planet.
On the
televisual dataport,
I saw
girls,
women,
ladies,
from another galaxy
with curiosity,
open-mouthed wonder.
They smiled
and sang,
they reminded me
of exotic flowers
and ethereal melodies.
For the longest time
the only one of them
I knew
was our Queen Mother,
who was really just a man
with wide hips
and a bullet bra.
I snuck
off to the
launch pad,
years before
my scheduled
puberty flight,
and crash-landed
uninvited,
and tried to
infiltrate their
world.
I watched
from a distance,
amazed
but timid:
they were all
too smart,
too strong,
too capable and
too beautiful
for me.
All I wanted was
their approbation,
their approval,
their recognition,
all things
the Queen Mother
didn’t,
couldn’t
wouldn’t
provide.
An intergalactic view into the great divide within families and gender. The curiosity that moves us outside our home world, and into the cosmos.
ReplyDeleteThis is the allegory of my upbringing.
DeleteThis is so sad, Mosk.
ReplyDeleteLately, I've been trying to understand my relationship with women more. The bottom line is this: I am still a bit intimidated by / in awe of women. Except for the rarest exceptions, I have never felt worthy of them. I noticed last night just before I drifted off to sleep, that as my wife slept, I was curled up next to her, my body slightly lower than hers, head pointed up toward her face: even in my sleep, I feel subordinate to and worshipful of her. I don;t know if that makes sense.
DeleteThe longing is felt here, Mosk. I think maybe many of us go through something similar. Hugs, friend.
ReplyDeleteI grew up in an all-male house. This is why I was so scared of girls.
DeleteI like the feel of this, a journey back to an innocent time. A kid on the the cusp of adulthood. Grown but not yet flown.
ReplyDeleteIT was innocent and sad.
DeleteI want to see this as a movie. There is so much I want to know about this speaker. So much I know he can say...
ReplyDeleteThe speaker is just a younger version of me. He's not that articulate.
DeleteI definitely felt a sadness withing this poem.
ReplyDeleteScience fiction in a sense of expressing of how one feels about woman or the lose touch of being connected in some way of form.
Outstanding write my friend. Been a long time.
Hope you stop by and get a good laugh.
Thanks, for the kind words. I'll make my way over to your site.
DeleteThe longing here is so palpable.. sigh.. :(
ReplyDeleteSigh, sigh.
DeleteDid he get what he was looking for?
ReplyDeleteIt takes a "mensch" to admit he's in awe of women. I suspect your wife's a lucky woman!
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ReplyDeleteAwesome blog, i always enjoy & read the post you are sharing!
Thank for your very good article...!
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Interesting read.
ReplyDeleteNot many men have the confidence to admit this out loud. I could clearly picture you in my mind observing, in awe of the wonder, power and beauty that are women...because we are. :~)
ReplyDeleteI hope your wife appreciates you. "Mensch" is right, Indybev!
ReplyDeleteThis is powerful and profound. The Queen is the lynch-pin to the story and the formation of the narrator. More to come here? or already penned?
ReplyDeleteLoved these lines:
ReplyDeletehe only one of them
I knew
was our Queen Mother,
who was really just a man
with wide hips
and a bullet bra."