Oneself
I never married another poet,
though I married two writers –
and indeed, my first husband
(who was not a writer)
once wrote a poem,
and so did my third, just once.
Guess you can’t be married
to a poet without something,
however unusual, rubbing off.
But mostly how strange
it was, how uncanny –
to be in such close
and intimate relationship
– for with each there was
a sharing of thoughts,
confidences, and the way
one comes to know another
when living so near, so
together in the same space;
almost as if becoming one
with the other person, the spouse
(as we’re taught in Romance) –
yet there’s a part of one’s life,
one’s self, that can never quite
be understood except by another
poet: that’s simply the nature
of things and can’t be helped.
All the other poets
understand completely – no need
even for it ever to be said:
so well we all know, and know
that we know. Even if one hates
their ethics, their politics, their
hangers-on, even if one despises
their disgusting or puerile or
decorative verse. Even then.
My husbands understood me
more or less well. Until they
didn’t, or died, whichever came first.
Not uncommon, I suppose.
Except there was just this one
aspect they could never quite grasp
though they tried. And it’s the core....
But I don’t think I’d like
to be married to another poet
and anyway I’m never
likely to be, now. As for
the lovers, some never even knew
I had poetry. (Though that was
early days – and lesser lovers.)
Well, many of my friends are poets.
Or artists, who understand too.
And there’s the me inside me
after all, understanding perfectly.
Submitted to Weekly Scribblings #72 at Poets and Storytellers United, where Magaly invites us to use any or all of the words unusual, uncommon, uncanny.
If I become a widower I might hang around some poets. I doubt anything would rub off though, I probably would be intimidated. Not like here with this group, they are sooo nice to me even though I will never say I am a poet. I write, yes, and read.
ReplyDeleteI think going back to school and taking a "Poetry appreciation" course might help me in reading (I self taught myself some more about writing poems from Ted Kooser's book, The Poetry Home Repair Manual: Practical Advice for Beginning Poets).
The Music class, Music appreciation helped Mrs. Jim immensely. She knows the answers to most "Jeopardy" music questions. She played the viola and was also a church orchestra librarian for years and years. I took two semesters of college "Piano" class as an adult but have forgotten most now.
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I see you as a poet, Jim, even if you don't – a poet being someone who makes poems, which you do. Or I could say, someone who practises the craft of poetry, which would allow you to make a joke about still practising. But we are all just doing the best we can. I think creativity is good for us (probably essential) l and I enjoy reading what you write
Deletewow a husband and a poet-the last thing that one could dream of...interesting poem
ReplyDeleteThe Australian poetry community is comparatively small. It's far from unknown for poets to be in relationships with each other.
DeleteI enjoyed these poetic ponderings My husband is a motor maniac A world I don't understand and so it is with poetry for him lol. When we do things together we never speak about motors not poetry :)
ReplyDeleteLOL.
DeleteCuriously my wife was the writer in the family and when her writing group lost a few members she urged me to go along too. So I started writing stories and poetry with the group and my fine art side slowly disappeared.
ReplyDeleteHow interesting! I'm so glad you took up writing. And obviously you took to it as well.
DeleteNice one Rosemary
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Thanks, Gillena. Glad you liked it.
DeleteI was in a relationship with someone who was very much like me--he wrote, he enjoyed extreme sports, he was wild... The relationship didn't end well. I think it lacked balance. We wrote a poem together at the very end. Parts of it read like a lost war.
ReplyDeleteHmm, that’s very interesting. A lack of balance: good insight. But I’m glad for you that your piano man is involved in the arts. (And perhaps balances you in other ways.) I said to Anjum I’ve seen plenty of relationships between poets. I’ve also seen plenty of them break down ... and others which never do. My poem is not a lament, merely a musing.
DeleteInteresting soliloquy about husbands and poets. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us, Rosemary. It made for fascinating reading.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bev, I’m glad of that. (Always afraid the contents of my own head might be unutterably boring to others.)
DeleteI like that they're called "lesser lovers"! Not ones who knew you well, or you let know you well. My late husband was not a poet. In fact, he never even wrote me one love poem! My daughter's first serious boyfriend wrote her nothing but poems, and songs he'd play on his guitar (making them up on the spot without thought), because he was cheap and thought they were more valuable then a gift!
ReplyDeleteThere are certainly many qualities in a husband or boyfriend much more important than versification!
DeleteAh yes. My wife is not. Though she too has made attempt, it’s not in there already. You know
ReplyDelete‘In there already’. Exactly! I do know. Of course. As you would know.
DeleteAll the boys I dated were writers. LOL, I never really thought of myself as one until much, much later. My husband dabbles with writing too, but his creative outlet is running D&D campaigns.
ReplyDeleteGoodness, where did you find so many young writers to date? I guess you didn't grow up in so small a town as I did.
DeleteHa, my firstborn (who has dabbled in writing) and a circle of his friends never grew out of D&D, which seems to take care of his creativity too.
Never dated nor married a poet. I know better.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem, Rosemary!
They were rather thin on the ground when I was young. By the time I found a poetry community, I was no longer 'available' in that way. Which was probably just as well really, thinking back....
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