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A little sensual poetry for a Monday. How to be erotic without being blatant...
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stir
Up to my hips in metallic gem-light
seeing dark eyes feast
silver streaks
was that your heart going by?
Up to my ache in wordless seasoning
tasting more than
skin-salt and liquid moon foam
was that your soul I savor?
Up to my lust in satin aroma
inhaling much more than
essence of sequined man-tides
is this where ecstasy perfumes?
Up to my sanity in startle...
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Here's another terzanelle. It was written (surprisingly) quickly when I saw a man place a bouquet of white roses on the stoop of an abandoned building. I wrote the poem when I passed by the building a week later and the roses were still there.
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Still Life on Stairwell
He placed the roses down with so much care,
their breath became the sunlight, fading green,
which left a tender shadow on the stair,
and gave a final stroke of tourmaline
to soft, forgotten petal...
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When I was given the word "still" as a title to write with, I immediately came up with three different definitions in my mind. The first thing that came to mind was the adjective that suggests lack of movement. The second thing I thought of was the adverb suggesting always...continuous-ness. And the third was the noun that suggested a vessel in which liquor is distilled.
So here is what sprang from my fevered brain.
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still
I.
holding onto
the breath I should...
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What the heck... I think Shakespeare's birthday deserves yet another sonnet. (And I'll be almost caught up to my "one poem per day" promise for April.)
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Freeze-Dried Sonnet
As if the darkness of your eyes could show
a way for me to trap the voice of pain,
and set in amber life’s imbroglio
for me to hide, so only you remain.
Jars of my desire, well preserved –
formaldehyde-postponed in its allure,
patient in the hope that I’ve reserved
for packing up my s...
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Another sonnet for the Bard's birthday.
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Shadow Theater
We live, as many do, within that space
where footlights end, and audience begins.
The fear lurks, unrelenting, in that place,
too close to catch the actor’s disciplines.
Tentative in spotlights, under wraps,
I seek the hand of moonlight’s puppeteer.
Stage fright fills imagination’s gaps
where props behind love’s curtains disappear.
Your words betray the secrets sought in silence.
The eyes of all ob...
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Babylon 5,
Beads,
Beadworkers,
Brüka Theatre,
haiku,
I just finished reading...,
Literacy Nerds,
Read a Good Book Lately?,
Real People, Real Poetry,
Reno, Nevada,
April 18, 2005
If ever there was an inspiring, intelligent, sexy, multi-talented, kind & quick witted person in my life, Mona is it. And I believe that she will appreciate this one simple, declarative sentence, as would you appreciate her should you have the luck to meet her...
Sensual Poem
(blog entry)
A little sensual poetry for a Monday. How to be erotic without being blatant...
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stir
Up to my hips in metallic gem-light
seeing dark eyes feast
silver streaks
was that your heart going by?
Up to my ache in wor...
read more
A slice of time
(blog entry)
Here's another terzanelle. It was written (surprisingly) quickly when I saw a man place a bouquet of white roses on the stoop of an abandoned building. I wrote the poem when I passed by the building a week later and the roses were still there.
...
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Meanings
(blog entry)
When I was given the word "still" as a title to write with, I immediately came up with three different definitions in my mind. The first thing that came to mind was the adjective that suggests lack of movement. The second thing I thought of was ...
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One more sonnet
(blog entry)
What the heck... I think Shakespeare's birthday deserves yet another sonnet. (And I'll be almost caught up to my "one poem per day" promise for April.)
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Freeze-Dried Sonnet
As if the darkness of your eyes could show
...
read more
Another Sonnet
(blog entry)
Another sonnet for the Bard's birthday.
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Shadow Theater
We live, as many do, within that space
where footlights end, and audience begins.
The fear lurks, unrelenting, in that place,
too close to catch the actor’s disc...
read more
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