~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.

[Baby Ricochet]

I just finished training my legs and I can't walk a straight line either so you and I can stumble up the street like real writers looking like were s**t faced. I liked this poem.

[Frieda P]

Ha only you could leave such a review Mark!

[Muse]

To be tattood by the essence of another...it is both a compliment and a curse. Branding feels good for a little while...but when the ink begins to smear....it's difficult to erase or rewrite the past.

[Frieda P]

Not into smeared ink, so...good analogy Cobra.

[Androglossia]

s p i k e d - sounds familiar, lol. I liked the natural flow of this piece. It is very effortless and sexy yet the sweetness remained intact. Like a country girl flirting with a city guy :D

[Frieda P]

Ha you would pick up on that word Maryanne! ;-)

[Raven Cedrone]

I loved your progression through the poem as I made my way through each line, taking in the passion of the write. Love truly does some crazy things to us.

~Raven

[Frieda P]

It surely does, thanks Raven.

[Rita L. Sev]

The desire for love; the desire for words, for communicating on the deepest level - you give some wonderful dimensions in this write, Frieda. You hit all the senses - taste the tea, hear the music, feel the whirling sensation and the heat... well done!

[Frieda P]

So glad you liked this one Rita, I hadn't even realized that myself actually, thanks so much.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the way you added to the next level of desire and fulfillment with each new thought added to this poem. Making the flow of the poem feel like a request to feel a emotional high that need to be fulfilled. I like the closing line to the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Ah an emotional high, oh so nice, thanks Coyote.

[David Scott]

Wonderful metaphor Frieda.
A familiar topic with a neat sketch from your pen. I saw the quote you posted on your profile on the WC yesterday. I love that quote. Kind of goes with this poem too.

[Frieda P]

Great quote, someone left it as part of a review, it's a favorite now, thanks David.

[David Scott]

Yes, I read it there and in the last lines of an "about me" for another writer.
We walk at Carl's property on Sabbath very often. He was a remarkable writer.

[Jack...]

Like a daydream. I'm sitting at a bar, alone, your poem in my hand, sipping a vodka and soda (with lime) in a tall glass through a thin straw, I watch as the level of the fluid in the glass reduces with each line that I read. I feel something rush through me as I reach the bottom. I push the glass forward and signal for another. Then close my eyes and imagine the day that someone beautiful would say these words to me. How beautiful your poem is my dear friend. I feel lifted.

[Frieda P]

Wow Jack, your words are poetry even in a review, thanks so much!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Dear Frieda as always an emotional rollercoaster of metaphors that delve deep in the psyche to leave emotions raw.

[Frieda P]

Haha John, that's me, an emotional roller-coaster, thanks for your lovely thoughts!

[Zahra]

Beautifully done, always love the way you use words and weave emotions into your poetry.

[Frieda P]

Much appreciate it, thanks Voice....