THE GLASS MENAGERIE

01 23 05

I'm helping myself to your voice from my pen
like the paper you nurture and scribble you mend
when there's something to say and yet no way to talk
leaving you to draw keys to a mouth that's a lock

I tuned into you like the end of a song
I was hooked for the price of a second upon
the reflection of you in observance of me
and whether you happen to see what I see

I've been to the zoo you've compiled and petted
the  creatures anointed for zoohood and yet it
unnerves me to witness you own self-containment
long after you've offered me your entertainment

Like Emily Dickenson you're under wraps
Will an effort pry open a window perhaps?
I've asked many questions and kept many more
to myself, dare I ask you to open the door?

Eccentric you are yet it's all in your room
where the art and the animals dutifully loom
in the peace of your aura where none would assume
I'm at war with the muted defence of your womb

Author's Note

Inspired by the Tennessee Williams play of the same name.

Reviews

[Emma Lee-Riviera]

Wow... O_O That's incredibly powerful. It makes me think that you're communicating mentally with the other person in the poem. I really like your fourth line: "leaving you to draw keys to a mouth that's a lock" It gives a very distinctive image.

I like it a lot, and I really enjoyed it. Sorry it took so long to get back to you on this!! =_=

[kublakhan27]

Oh that's ok :) I think this one has the potential to suggest several different forms of communication :)

[Emma Lee-Riviera]

TeLePaThY fOr ThE wIn!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)

[kublakhan27]

lol indeed XD

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

This one is so very different. I read it carefully, and slowly... it demands that you know. Each word, used with such precision, such deterministic purpose; yields a sparkling clarity of thought even though the overall effect is quite impressionistic (for me); much like a Renoir or a Degas. The exterior emotion and imagery is well defined but it is the subtle seasoning between the lines that compel the diner to continue the meal and savor each morsel. The last line takes me aback. What am I to make of this? A well planned strategy of conquest? No wonder there is prudence during the picnic!

I think it is one of your best so far. I really like it, Kubi!

[kublakhan27]

Haha It does indeed encourage a slow read to get the full brunt of the structure and the sentiments that serve as its pillars. I think of it that way cuz unlike most of my other so-called fixed forms, I didn't start with this structure in mind and work within it...this one basically of evolved into it on its own. There is a certain hint of conquest there but, taking into account the pair that inspired this (actually two pairs, but that's a whole other book, let alone a poem), there is also the possibility of an awkward, unconscious stumble into this predicament. All in all though, I'm glad you consider this one of my best...sometimes artists don't understand the appeal of their best-received works, but in light of all the circumstances surrounding this one's procession, I am rewarded :)

[MOON]

Simply lyrical I love the lines...Like Emily Dickenson you're under wraps
Will an effort pry open a window perhaps?
I've asked many questions and kept many more
to myself, dare I ask you to open the door?

[kublakhan27]

Many thanks :)

[Ella]

Amazing. I can think of nothing else to say other than that. It was gorgeous, very well written and the poem itself told an angelic story.

[kublakhan27]

Thanks so much :)