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'The Secret Lives of Clams'

 
 
jjorge
 
Reply Tue 10 May, 2011 09:33 am
“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 a 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 boys above,
still, a yearning female will hear his song and willingly be 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.
 
dlowan
 
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Reply Tue 10 May, 2011 09:43 am
@jjorge,
Love it!


But you piqued my interest about clam love life.

Now I know they are often male to begin with, but as they mature become female.

There's a lot going on down there.
jjorge
 
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Reply Tue 10 May, 2011 09:58 am
@dlowan,
"There's a lot going on down there!"
( this is an INTENTIONAL double entendre, right?)

BTW, I am not happy with this line:
"still, a yearning female will hear his song and willingly be led"

...which owes more to the rhyme scheme than my true intent.
After the fact I think it has a little male chauvinistic flavor that I neither intended nor endorse.
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jjorge
 
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Reply Tue 10 May, 2011 10:01 am
@dlowan,
P.S.
DISCLAIMER:
In truth, I know NOTHING about clams, apart from digging them and eating them. :-)
dlowan
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 01:08 am
@jjorge,
Well, hon, they just lie there.


















And release eggs and sperm into the water at the same time.

If it hatches, it swims a bit as a nymph form, then beds down, and that's pretty much it.
Cyracuz
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 02:15 am
I also know nothing about clams. But maybe this isn't only about clams? I think one of the reasons I liked this piece was that I can relate to the experience of clam love.
Some, when faced with the honesty love demands, tend to clam up.
I've been with women who just lay there like clams, inviting, but not open. Or perhaps open but not inviting...
jjorge
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 03:23 am
@dlowan,
sounds exciting doesn't it! LOL!
dlowan
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 03:26 am
@jjorge,
Beats TV.
jjorge
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 03:48 am
@Cyracuz,
"..maybe this isn't only about clams?.."

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!!


* traits that I admire and possess insufficiently
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jjorge
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 03:49 am
@dlowan,
"Beats TV." Perfect!
farmerman
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 04:17 am
@jjorge,
Clamish sex is never festal
since ALL the clam clan is entirely sessile
lying abed and feeling amorous
they eject motile sperm in a manner unglamorous



roger
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 04:17 am
@dlowan,
As patiently as a bed of oysters.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 04:23 am
oysters do what oysters do
much like me and you
dlowan
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 06:22 am
@edgarblythe,
edgarblythe wrote:

oysters do what oysters do
much like me and you



YOU may do what oysters do,
But I, it seems, do more than you!
edgarblythe
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 12:32 pm
I would not like a green clam
Said Sam I Am
I would not like it on the shell
I would not like the smell
I must tell
Sam I Am
A green clam
I would damn
jjorge
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 01:36 pm
@farmerman,
bravo!
jjorge
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 01:39 pm
@dlowan,
how to be oysterous?

be still
and

un-boisterous
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ossobuco
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 01:46 pm
@jjorge,
Quiet as a clam, I am,
but loud as a cloud.

Wiggly as a squid, I am,
but straight as a plate.

Red as lobster, I am,
but green as the sea.
jjorge
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 01:54 pm
@edgarblythe,
You could sell green clams

On St. Patrick's day.

drunks and fools would pay

for a few

-which later they'd rue,

on regaining their clarity

they'd think it

a clamity







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jjorge
 
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Reply Wed 11 May, 2011 01:55 pm
@ossobuco,
all right, osso!
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