I’m glad you explained some of poem. Actually, i thought ‘imagoes’ was typo of intended ‘images’…very good with the double meanings. …and metaphors. –Always well thought-out and deeply conceived. If i didn’t know any better, i’d think you were trying to know yourself or had a natural curiosity about the nature of things.

nota bene: kids are indeed a blessing.

I have four sisters, and two teenage daughters. I have played many times with girls and dolls. I was more Krutschina than Little Ivan to my sisters.

There is a gifting of roles that only occurs at parenthood. With the title “The Heirlooms”, I use the metaphor of a doll collection passed from grandmother to granddaughter to highlight that rite. The purpose of this poem is to offer an understanding of the latent impulse to have children. Dealing with that impulse has been a reoccurring theme in my life.

But i’m a Bedinsky…Dolls as a metaphor to ourselves, you can’t help thinking it. ..Or are you the little Ivan with the screwdriver? Just kiddin’. Perhaps we treat others like our dolls sometimes–maybe not as good or worse like playthings. The culture of roleplaying and imagination is a ghastly expanse into psychodrama of our world-outlooks thru a 50 cents a pop telescope.

Thanks man. Poem! i might join the blow-up doll of the month club too, now…that might be interesting…’la-di-da’…later.