I'd really like to be inside your mind when you write these types of pieces as you arouse my curiousity so that I want to know just who you're thinking about...lol. A past lover? Fantasy lover? C'mon Dani... I feel the NEED ...for speed. Haha.
From a serious perspective, I do concur that the piece has a hynotic feel which reflects obsession. It is intense, strong, and dominant as you allow this (mystery lover...lol) to control your desires and thoughts although the seduction is carried out softly and teasingly...as we read :
whispering between words.
You're willingly bound by your desires, and the movement in stanza two is brilliant as I felt myself spiraling.
Falling into endless fantasy:
desire is all I feel,
empty spaces are all I see;
catch me, silence me,
as I spiral.
This one sort of reminds me of your piece 'Unveiling".... Very mysterious, sensual, soft yet oh - so powerful.
Those last two lines send quite a chill down my spine....literally. Bravo, love :-) You know that my favorites will soon be filled with you.
x
amazing as always! truley i miss everyone here....
This poem is beautiful for many reasons, the imagry, creativity, but most of all depth.
I feel if we can write a poem that has a hig identifiability ratio, more will understand.
What grabs me, is this poem can be applied to many different scenarios in a apersons life.
for ex.
the longing of a lost lover,
as amanda said, the state of submission
as another said, obsession
an addiction,
or simply confusion... beautiful write, and very powerful...
you have touched me as usual darlin' and i hope all is well!
I read this to be about a fall into obsession, slow and gentle. First a few words, the words provoke thought that takes our subject back to the source of the words. I read "My fingers slip" as an indication of the precarious hold she had on reality.
But as written her fingers slip and she falls. Falls into the obsession where her thoughts revolve about her obsession. But it doesn't feel like falling, "obsession ties me; touching, owning me."
And finally, even in sleep ... obsession is there waiting.
That's how I read this. The poem was technically precise, spelling and punctuation impeccable. I very much enjoyed.
A Noiseless Patient Spiderby Walt Whitman
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd fort.. more..