Eisenhower Age

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The existential struggles of a lonely, unfullfilled housewife in 1950's suburban America

When she was a child,

Mary was

Glad to see the sunshine,

Glad to feel the warm wind,

Glad to walk the rough roads.


Living in the pre-war

haze of youthfulness,

she considered the things she loved:

Her hopes--

endless and undimmed.


Her ambitions--

Infinite and unbound.


But then the adulthood

fell on her head.


Living in the post-war

haze of domesticity,

She pops pills of

the smiling somnambulists.

She remembers…

riveting tank parts on

an assembly line.

She remembers…

An open meadow with

Sun-singed tall grass.

She remembers…

A broad blue sea of

Sky with rolling

Mountains of cloud.


Living in the post-war haze of domesticity,

She considers the things

She buys on credit:

Her appliances--

Miniaturized and encased

In molded plastic.

Her ambitions--

Miniaturized and encased

In molded plastic.

But now she hears of this Polish prophet preaching

The blessings of the burning.

Flying Saucer seer

With blistered skin like


And brown eyes crying crimson.


They picked him as their preacher,

Like Ezekiel to the angels.

They come,

Beautiful brethren with blessings

Of the sunward Paradise.

They come,

To burn away all the Vanity of a

Lipstick Age.


Burn away suburban lies.

Burn away your Valium highs.

Burn away your magazine face.

Our sunward siblings from

The higher place.

Burn away your credit-based life.

Burn away your Cold War strife.

Burn away your televised fears.

Grant us the wisdom of your

Elder years.


When her husband is away at work,

Mary walks to the

Steel tower behind her house.

Its power lines hum

Warmly in the tongue

Of our brethren from beyond.

Monday through Friday,

She comes to this

Atomic Age alter

To feel its kind,

Irradiating truths.

She smiles,

Crying crimson.

Submitted: December 21, 2021

© Copyright 2022 Thomas LaHomme. All rights reserved.

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wow! Powerful and sad...I enjoyed every word! Thank you for sharing! Write On!

Tue, December 21st, 2021 11:51pm


KatV, thanks so much for the read. I appreciate your review. My apologies for the lateness of the reply. I'll probably post some of my other poems at a later date, but in the meantime, I have a Fantasy story up if you'd like to read it. Hope all is going well for you and yours.

Sun, January 9th, 2022 9:30am

tom mcmullen

Very good well written poem Thomas!

Wed, December 22nd, 2021 6:40am


Thanks so much for the feedback, Tom. Sorry about the lateness of my reply; I've been busy. I posted a Fantasy story recently if you're interested in works in that genre.

Sun, January 9th, 2022 9:26am

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