These tangled sheets’ suspended animation:
Calamitous exploit into overindulgence.
Inebriated remnant of erstwhile dreams
Dispersed
An intravenous shot of all bodily senses —
My treasure when alone.
The scent of you that ambles, so stark in indiscretion
Upon my skin in absence of its owner. Calling.
Possessed my fingers rifle, all textures learnt unlearning
And blinded by the memory of you, my vision falters
In luminescent moods. Aquiver in dynastic fall
That voice… I hear it still. Transporting
Impious in staccato,
It ties itself around my wrists in conquest
In permutated taste, surrendered monosyllabic trigger…
I raise no claim on anything but you.
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Dig it!
Thank you. Love that: dig it 😉
OK… I’ll take it! LOL! You have such a flowing way about your poems. that it seems to me, you fly where most of us walk :O)
Ha-ha! Thank you. You flatter me. On both counts. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
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Wow. Simply, Wow! Duly enjoyed.
Thank you, Ryan. I’m always pleasantly surprised by such generous reactions to my poetry. Truly appreciated. Thank you.
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Fine wine, dinner, dance, music on, bonne chance.
gravida!
😉
Merci. 🙂
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I’m gonna say this once,
I did not follow you before because your poetry is amazing and I envy you.
the more I read your pieces the more I crave to make my own.
but poetry and I, we have this relationship – we don’t get along that much
But I really, really, admire the way you .. .. you express your thoughts.
that’s it. 🙂
Thank you, fancymystyle. I am touched that you think so highly of it. I have to admit that in the past I always awaited the muse to come to me, and she seldom made an appearance… Muses: they do that. Temperamental beasts. We have an agreement now: when he stays away, I fill my lines with darkness. When he comes, he brings them light.
I will let you into a secret. Poetry is about finding exactly where to pause. What you do not say matters as much as what you choose to reveal. You write it already – you just don’t know it yet. Whenever something touches you deeply, whenever you reach an extreme in your emotions, you are there – on the brink of poetry, all you have to do is reach in and grab it – do not censor yourself. Just take it as it comes: raw and full of emotion and put it on the page.
Sometimes I write “reply” poems to someone who inspires. Let’s see. Perhaps I can tempt you 🙂
oohh,, you don’t have to because I am already tempted :-), when I was in college my friends love everything I write, but that was before, I do not know what happened now, even in darkness I cannot find my words.I think I just give up searching for it .
You will find them again. I am certain. My return to poetry is very recent. I’ve had many years in the darkness, but there is a way out. xxx
Oh I hope so..
🙂
Fingers crossed 🙂
Oh btw ~vicbriggs~ Thank you for sharing your secret ..
My pleasure and I hope it percolates and gets your creative juices flowing. Once a poet, always a poet. 🙂
what happened again to OM?
He was being harassed by a troll. Luckily Kavalkade took charge of it so I think the matter is settled.
hmm.. but he is not back yet..