“Oh, I am happy as a clam”,
was what my nice niece said,
It set my mind to musing, till
I see clam clans in beds.
'Clams are shy and taciturn,
don’t jump for joy', I thought,
-and 'do they ever clamor?'
nought!
even in Spring, when clam boy sings his salty song of love
and he is clam-romantic in his sandy, briney bed,
his nature is so different from human males above,
that yearning girl clams hear his song, and willingly are led,
( his gentle clam passion will not turn her red)
as he draws in and then expells
his nutritive sea waters
he sings of handsome clam sons,
and adorable clam daughters,
(propinquity is vital as he bubbles forth his song,
clams don’t get around as much as young folks do above)
Yes, somehow he communicates
-clam girl hears him like a bell,
and she discerns the vision
pulsing from inside his shell,
The gurgling pulses tell her
of a peaceable clam life
if she will just consent to be
his loving clammy wife.
unlike our human lives, so stressful and so frantic
some creatures live contented, beneath a green Atlantic.
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Cyracuz: "..maybe this isn't only about clams?.."
jorge replies:
For me this poem was an enjoyable fantasy and an occasion to riff on multiple themes beginning and ending with the notions of (positive) restraint*, calmness, tranquillity and understatement* (as opposed to extravagance, exaggeration , boisterousness and agitation) in the process of thinking/writing it, sexual, familial and conjugal themes arose.
I love how poetry draws on my conscious thoughts and feelings and inevitably pulls out unconscious or pre-conscious material. In the end a poem can be much like a dream: ie. with multiple meanings, condensation, symbolization etc.
I also love how poetry draws out the associations of others, as you have shared with us above. Thanks for sharing them!
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