~Quill Me...

I sip you like spiked herbal tea,

           medicate in you from the ache

twirling my toes in your music,

                 whirling in your glow

I reel from your words of sweet rapport,

    when beasts take me by storm leaving me spent

I've crawled in your bed, fed upon your ego

                                         and spoken to your heart

we've walked hand in hand across hot dusty beaches

              drunken galvanization from oceans of mirth

you've chilled me to the bone,

                                   and heated my core

Turn the page and lie in anticipation of what's in store

                   under the influence of versification

                          I can hardly walk a straight line

there is no cure or rehab for this kind of intoxication,

            no release from enticement of paper, pen, quill nor

                                                  words distinctive invitation~   

Reviews

[Rebecca Buller]

"I can hardly walk a straight line
there is no cure or rehab for this kind of intoxication,
no release from enticement of paper, pen, quill nor
words distinctive invitation"

This is so true & it's something that I believe only writers can truly understand. I always carry a small notepad w/ me because sometimes a coworker says something silly that I know I can fit into a piece I'm writing, though I do take a little creative license:) This was wonderful, Frieda. Thank you for sharing.

[Frieda P]

I agree, people that don't have it in their blood to write, think we're obsessed, a good obsession I think, thanks so much Rebecca.

[Saddam]

Marvelous write dear friend. Amazed as always.

[Rhianne Ney]

This is worded nicely and I do think that you did a nice job by writing this. Great job~!

[InsanityWriter]

I love reading your poetry Frieda. :) It's got it's own flavor and style that I can't read anywhere else. Thank you for posting, and I can't wait to read more! :D

[Blue Ivory]

The words you use to describe just put a smile to my face! You really have a flare for writing. You just play around with words, coming up with new ways to intrigue the reader. It's an art. And you're an artiste!

[shivohumsohum]

Why do i feel like singin that Earth song now..."quill me.....close your eyes and quill mee...i can feel your touch....i misss so m more than this.....quill me)uch...and everything

[Kristin Lee]

absolutely love this one! There is no cure! How very true, it seems the urge just seeps into your very bones. Highly creative and very well stated.

[khalid]

very sweet..very cute..very nice..very deeply felt..

[Frieda P]

Thanks khaid, glad you liked this one...

[khalid]

i dont think there was any of your poems i didnt like..

[Sheila Kline]

There are so many fabulous lines in this that it is difficult to single out one, or even two as my favorites! I just feel drunk from the absolute pleasure of it, and want another big glass of what you are serving!! It's a mighty tall measure of divine enticement - an herbal tea of "come and let me drink you up"!!

[Frieda P]

Ha feeling drunk is good, especially if it comes from poetry, no nasty hangovers, thanks so much Sheila!

[TL Boehm]

twirling my toes in your music,
whirling in your glow

I just can't get past that line. Its my favorite. Not sure why.

[Frieda P]

I suppose you love to dance too, prancing in poetry is sheer joy. :-) Thanks TL.

[TL Boehm]

Yup. But only in the privacy of my own living room. My feet do not know I have the soul of a dancer because i have the feet of a heifer.

[Frieda P]

Lol, hey you know what they say, dance like nobody's watching....