inspired by the old days I find myself writing down poetry in a bar ...
pressing against the dark
slivers of light press against my mind of dark as I push against your body and feel your tug and sway -- the warm trickles in no matter how we try to keep it at bay tell me you want me to stay let it in baby, at least for today .
the past knocks loudly demanding an audience first refusal right is mine.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unintentional cruelty cuts deeper than intended ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the dress Wouldn't you like to know what I did with that dress? something like what you did to our vows. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- poor dude ...
all these years later poor dude with the curly blonde metal god wanna be hair -- I wouldn't have given you a second glance in 1982 -- what makes you think all these years later that's something I would suddenly be into?
A grouping of poems that float together in a place where they are taken out like photos, ruminated about, and then put away. They occupy the same pages though and it can't help but make the reader wonder along with the writers what if...
I once scrawled a poem across a bathroom mirror in pencil eye liner after a shower in the communal showers in the dorm. I ran back to my room to grab paper and pen, but when I came back, housekeeping had arrived and already wiped away most of it. I never could capture that poem again. Sigh. Wish I'd had a bar napkin handy!
The layout of this one is like a roadmap.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Thanks. This is the way I started out. Snippets on one paper, in different styles and positions, the.. read moreThanks. This is the way I started out. Snippets on one paper, in different styles and positions, then I would take them home, and break them into their component parts. Now I sometimes leave them together like this.
Thanks, I am learning as I go. Weirdly, I broke them up always until coming to the cafe'. I posted o.. read moreThanks, I am learning as I go. Weirdly, I broke them up always until coming to the cafe'. I posted one like this and it was well received. So now, if the parts seem to fit, I keep them together.
This is perfect. I felt the movement from these different sections. They had a sense of unity to them and really, it pulled me in. I adore the way you have this. You should write like this more often. It is quite intriguing!! xo :)
Yes, the past is part of who we are now and it will continue knocking till we pay attention to it.....of course, you DO have the right of first refusal and just because you hear it knocking does not mean you need to let it in! "Pressing against the dark" is such a very sensual write....the urgency of desire is palpable. I loved all of these! Keep writing on bar napkins with eye liner....because the emotions are so real. Lydi**
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Thanks so much, Lydi. Yes, there is something very real about writing like this ...
the past knocks loudly
demanding an audience
first refusal right
is mine.
Loved this whole piece. Work of literary art, but loved the 'almost' senryu, although I would take off the title … the segment is superb and needs no explaining. Reads and sits beautifully. Gorgeous, gorgeous.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Thank you. I will think on title. Hard to write from phone. Keeps freezing up.
I write under a pseudonym.
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