Best Hothouse Poems

Remembering the Hothouse
          for our daughters

Wind skids on curves of trees,
immured in ice, seeds sleep.
Inside, I shiver.
Then, from bean fields of the mind,
coiling on propping studs of flesh
ascends the blossoming hope;
and I know that pregnant Sal,
smoothed...

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Hothouse flower steamed, 
your petals pressed against the glass,
all your colors raining down
round boiling letterbox,

a letter from whom, they whisper
in the next room, is he tall, or
does he draw, is he masked
and does he ask
if you can dream of lifetimes past--

ice clay pallor,
will he wander...

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She's the look of a hothouse flower;
She seems to be losing power-
Like a rose in need of summer shower!
Like a bird retreating to summer bower!

Hair plastered, her dress a mess,
She's been under a current stress.
Susanna didn't mean to transgress,
But, she's a tendency to obsess.

Her eyes...

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