Seduction

an idea drawn from a conversation

 

Your words flashed quickly

like bolts of lightning

each brilliantly illuminating,

charging my perception.

Your words pulsed from

you to me and back again,

luring me through dark  mazes

and the storm lights my way

magnetizing our connection,

melding our words,

phantom thoughts

become real.

Loom large through your

alluring inducements.

Seduction played into the

power of the idea.

Wanting more than just

vague reminiscences,

wanting to wrap

my mind around understanding.

Mysteries, enigmas--

reaching always reaching,

enticed by the unknown.

I lean in drawn

by an attraction

that eludes description.

I cannot extricate myself

from the web of enchantment,

chasing phantom thoughts

through corridors of my mind

 

 

 

Author's Note

Two minds met here at the cafe one summer night. He was ready to turn in, catch up on some sleep before a busy day. She said something to try and make him understand the writing he had read earlier in the day. He said, 'Tell me more, you've seduced me.' She carried the thought away intrigued by the possibilities. . .

Reviews

[Corset]

...And that is how it all begins, there is something so alluring about a brilliant mind :P

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[O!]

Seduction is slow but what goes on in u is fast...so the pace suits whats going on.

x,
O!

[Ken Simm.]

It is the intricate web like speed of this that attracts. Like thousands of little lightning strikes all over. A wonderful write Emily.

[The Archangel Gabriel]

That's great, M. I really dig the racy pace through that one. Beautifully stated!

-Gabe

[J. James Reider]

starting to sound like me! lol... always wrapped up in the working of other peoples minds... great writing dear... it flowed very well and was very symbolic... words like bolts of lightning is the most crisp and vivid line I have seen, read or heard in a long time... awesome work!

[KUFU]

NICE!
After reading this tempting poem of want, I have the sensation of one needing to find a lover of my own. I got goose-bumps. How is it possible that merely reading your poem can make me feel this way? Have I been seduced? Perhaps. The poem builds to a crescendo here:

"Wanting more than just
vague reminiscences,
wanting to wrap
my mind around understanding.
Mysteries, enigmas--
reaching always reaching,
enticed by the unknown.
I lean in drawn
by an attraction
that eludes description."

...stirring!!

then you write:

"I cannot extricate myself
from the web of enchantment,
chasing phantom thoughts
through corridors of my mind"

...not fully allowing the reader to climax. You just leave us floating; enchanted by the seduction, to chase the sensation(like an addict) through the corridors of your mind. Wonderful. You have indeed seduced me with this poem. I love it!! Most enjoyable read!

[Solst Rapture]

I like how C.Boylan comments on this being a solid theme of yours. It makes me feel proud.

I have read this before, as you know, and love it no less this time around. I'm like an old man today, something has happened to me. I look around and cannot stop the tears because I know that writers are my only REAL comfort. I am regarded as a little odd in my personal reality, but yet I feel as if some people see in me aspects of themselves that they want to see succeed. They seek me out when they feel down, but leave me be when they're contented, mislead . Here in England, people continue to dish out their orders, almost as if they have done life already and know which way things ought to go. I feel like I want to surge up and command Armies. The one thing that has stopped people like yourself seeing me for what I really am, is me. I am desperate for life to not ignore me, for people to understand that what they see is merely entertainment, whichever way it affects. It's something I am incapable of letting go. Emily, I don't want to be so distant from you any longer, it's as if I have sat back and watched myself dig holes in the ground and fill them back in again. I hate self pity too. I see it everywhere and as soon as I become it, I shake it out.

I am going to be entirely honest. I hate the idea of being able to detach from everything. I want to be so disturbingly connected that no-one sees me without seeing my purpose. Oh God, what am I saying.

The story I have wrote recently is rubbish. In me there is a competent writer, but I need to go through the juvenile process of flattening out the words - I might actually be incapable. Jesus I need to concentrate my love! Only the other night I was standing on a rock, overlooking the red sea. I kind of swirled the air and plucked out adjectives (Yeah I know, it is quite odd). I began to throw them into the sea, laughing.

I am reconnecting to my spiritual roots, those that urged me to demonstrate Continuity. You remember? Walt Whitman, Ezra Pound. Emily Dickinson. I am constantly punished because I shy away from these people, but I am opening up a door, I am going to fill the room and people are going to learn that I am not a poet, but I know what a poet is......I'm drunk on stupidity, but wasn't it once said, by someone, that God chooses fools for his work? Well, that makes me feel meaningful. Speak to you soon, my dear themed friend.

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And at what level does this seduction take place?
The little girl, woman, or intellectual?
All of the above?
Another wonderful piece!!!
Jack

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is a brilliant piece of work, loved the entirety of it.

[Raef C. Boylan]

Your appreciation for inspiration is becoming a solid Emily Burns theme. I like it.
The pace of this was a little fatser than the majority of your work, which was pretty exciting to read.
Lots of good, bold imagery, all of which works well.

I have a few punctuation queries/suggestions:

"Your words flashed quickly
like bolts of lightning[,]
each brilliantly illuminating,
charging my perception.
Your words pulsed from
you to me and back again,
luring me through dark mazes
and the storm lights my way
magnetizing our connection,
melding our words,[change to ; ?]
phantom thoughts
become real.
Loom large through your
alluring inducements.
Seduction played into the
power of the idea.
Wanting more than just
vague reminiscences,
wanting to wrap
my mind around understanding.
Mysteries, enigmas--
reaching[,] always reaching,
enticed by the unknown.
I lean in[,] drawn
by an attraction
that eludes description.
I cannot extricate myself
from the web of enchantment,
chasing phantom thoughts
through corridors of my mind[.]"

Just an idea, for consistency/pace/pauses.
Great write. I enjoyed it.

[Legion]

Wow Emily. This was a great read. A real chase through those corridors. Glad I stopped by on this one. :)