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Private Drive

Moonshine drapes
 laundered white
  wetting two
   raw appetites
Petite niblets
 morsels of feast
  captured by
   rocking beast
Flash of light
 off window pane
Motherhood tattoo
 nary a shame
Tepid buttermilk
 readied sup
  served in flowered
   demitasse cup
Perched on haunches
 shutter release
Private drive
 now restful peace

Copyright © Rhoda Tripp | Year Posted 2017

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January 23, 2018 at 5:05 AM

Absolutely love this, Rhoda, with all its many allusions and suggestive innuendo...just flows off the tongue - great, illusive poetry! My very warmest regards! :) john

January 23, 2018 at 5:12 AM

Thank you very much, John. It was fun to discuss the possible interpretations. I appreciate your visits.

December 21, 2017 at 3:13 PM

I really dig where you took this. Well done my friend well done.

December 21, 2017 at 6:07 PM

Left it solely to your imagination....:))

December 16, 2017 at 2:00 PM

I like what you did here, Rhoda...you set our thoughts and imagination in motion! Raw appetites and niblets could denote sensual play. But then again, it could be a mother going back to sleep after feeding her child. ~ Regards // paul

December 16, 2017 at 3:25 PM

Thank you, Paul. I love your interpretation, as "rocking beast" could be a child's rocking horse just waiting to be ridden as the baby grows, or it could be sensual play. All up for us to choose. I love making people ponder. Best regards back at ya.

December 15, 2017 at 10:51 AM

OK, I'm going to admit I'm confused and that despite my confusion I enjoyed the delivery and imagery, love brevity. Did they make love, get pregnant and contentedly, rest? I'm sure it is me, not you. I literally possess a sometimes foggy brain, this isn't the first time others have made poem comments that infer they understood what I'm fuzzy about. Let's laugh! Poetry hugs ... CayCay

December 16, 2017 at 4:38 AM

Oh...also, one of my friends thought flash of light was a lighting storm outside the window. That works too.

December 16, 2017 at 4:35 AM

By the way....I love your interpretation, as yours works as well. The rocking beast could be a young child's toy sitting in the corner of the bedroom in anticipation of a baby being born. Great observation! It's fun to decipher what was in someones mind, and its awesome to have our own interpretation. I like to write poetry with more than one interpretation, so this was a success. Thank you.

December 16, 2017 at 4:26 AM

OMG! "feel" not "feet". hahahahaha. No, it was not another inuendo.....Hugs my Dear.

December 16, 2017 at 4:21 AM

Okay, Caycay, I'm going to give y'all hints of what was going on in my head..."white" are sheets. "Niblets" will be left to your imagination. :) What do you think of when you hear the words "captured", "flash of light", "shutter"? A camera possibly? "tepid buttermilk" is left to your imagination. "motherhood tattoo" Could that be a permanent stretch mark? And a "private drive" could be in a car or in a computer. Now I've given you a peak into how my crazy mind works at two in the morning. Lol. And dont feet badly. I knew there would be no human on the planet that would understand.

Richard Lamoureux

December 15, 2017 at 12:28 AM

A hot one! A nice way to end the evening.

December 16, 2017 at 4:22 AM

Thank you, Richard. It's a bit "out there" Lol

December 14, 2017 at 11:28 PM

A beautifully written poem Rhoda, I didn't realise there were so many different styles of poetry until I found this website. It's an Aladdin's cave of words. Regards Tom

December 16, 2017 at 4:27 AM

Thank you, Tom. It is a great website. Many kind and supportive people here.

December 14, 2017 at 11:14 PM

A perfect poem. Each line is great and together they make a wonderful write.

December 16, 2017 at 4:28 AM

Thank you very much, James.

December 14, 2017 at 12:05 PM

Amazing what you've done with 3 syllables! beautiful!

December 16, 2017 at 4:28 AM

Thank you, Ralph. Much appreciated.

December 13, 2017 at 6:17 AM

Feels private and peaceful--well written, Rhoda!

December 16, 2017 at 4:30 AM

Thank you, Vijay.

December 13, 2017 at 5:55 AM

"Now restful peace" most important for the poem...You did it nicely...All the best Rhoda

December 16, 2017 at 4:31 AM

Thank you, Arturo. Yep, rest afterwards, very important.

December 13, 2017 at 4:22 AM

Maybe I shouldn’t be reading this at 4 AM either, it has my imagination wandering ;) John

December 15, 2017 at 12:51 PM

I just KNEW it!!! :)

December 14, 2017 at 7:37 PM

Okay, Okay....its not all in your imagination. *sheepish grin*

December 13, 2017 at 5:06 AM

Lol, John!!! It truly must have been your imagination.

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