Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Gravity

We swam the humidity to the moon.
Left Earth behind, all doomed and blue.
Set up shop
for astronauts,
but I've only seen
two or three.

Now every what-might-be late afternoon,
you quote The Waste Land (like you do),
and I pretend to understand it (like I do).
Here, even Eliot
lacks gravity.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

18 comments:

Marion Lawless said...

Ooooh, The Waste Land!! It was a mystery to me until I hit a certain age, then BOOM: illumination! I was sitting in a doctor's office last week reading Eliot. Great poem, MZ. xo

cobalt girl said...

I love your opening. And the underlying reference to Elliot from E.T. Elliot lacks gravity and is floating away into outer space, figuratively speaking, even though he's not even the extra-terrestrial. But the one you're with might rep. E.T. --- someone strange, unique. This might be a college experience, where you've only been with two or three people so far. Your heart and body are still young in their experiences. They aren't destroyed by brokenness yet.

Brilliant hyphenation here: "Now every what-might-be"

Excellent use of parentheticals. (Your first parenthesis is italicized and should not be, though.)

In your title, I also see a hidden "grave ... ity). Feelings of death, suffering, loss. If not yet, soon to come.

Basically, I think this is about sex and swooning, that floating-head sensation that comes with being "in love." Feeling like you can't quite grab onto anything that will keep you grounded. Makes me think of the bubble room in Willy Wonky. The fizzy lifting drink.

Helen said...

Love your poetry !!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I wish I could have conceived this poem! I think it is simply outstanding.

Outlawyer said...

Just terrific. k.

Gillena Cox said...

O dear , a little edgy this one. Nice write

Much love...

Gail said...

I do like your way with words.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is incredible :D great work :D

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love "left earth behind all doomed and blue".

Sioux said...

I've never read Eliot, but I'm sure I'd be clueless if I did.

(Don't all women pretend sometimes? ;)

Fireblossom said...

I think you may be the love child of Edna St. Vincent Millay and Richard Brautigan.

Sylvia K said...

Yep, I think Fireblossom said it all!! The love child you are indeed!!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Love the wit!

Brother Ollie said...

your poem is powerful - really dug the feel of the humidity to set the tone

kaykuala said...

Wittingly done that I love reading. Thanks MZ!

Hank

Marian said...

Yeah, love this! When gravity lacks let's stop pretending we get everything that we don't. Off we go!

Debi Swim said...

It made me go look up the poem. I think I would have to pretend to understand it, also. I love the ending.

grapeling said...

all doomed and blue... yeah... ~