Just Wright

Just Wright

A Poem by Crowley
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I would have written a Novel...but I had to mow the lawn.

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Just Wright

Loving, looking, pounce

Match my interest ounce for ounce

Eating up your gentle touch

You make me smile….heavy, audible sigh

 

Laughing, craving, fun

Meet me in the midnight sun

I’ll carry you upon my back

You make me blush….snuggle, cuddle high

 

Longing, searching, found

Perfect day when you’re around

Run my fingers through your hair

You make me more….growing, knowing die

 

I swear you are just wright

© 2010 Crowley


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Crowley
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This is an unconventional love poem with a song-like quality and a cadence which trips off the tongue satisfyingly. There is a peculiarity about it which makes you think a little beyond the superficial; a hint of the abstract, as though it is a dream of perfection which would apparently be unattainable - but it retains a sense of truth, appearing to describe someone that is very real. It cannot be determined why this is, but the impression is there all the same. The use of the word "wright" is intriguing, as though this love has been crafted, or is the perfect craftsmanship.. And "...growing, knowing die.." is quite a mysterious phrase, which also leaves one with a feeling rather than a definition. The "wright" and "knowing die" together, though, create an overall sense of a perfectly-formed life, where understanding of existence itself is ultimately realised through the love of this ideal one.
Interesting work, with a smart technique, and unusual symbolic, faint abstract style which paints a picture that is a little more than the average poem of its genre.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.



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Love that line~ meet me in the midnight sun...These things that happen when our eyes close and we hold our breath...just to the point of asphyxiation...then slowy releasing our consciousness...stellar!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Wow, this is an old one...lol. A little trite for my taste, but sometimes that works....Thanks Q!!!
an engaging delightful romp through a garden of loving words!!~ what fun!!~ much enjoyed~

Posted 14 Years Ago


very cute:)

Posted 14 Years Ago


this is adoring :)


Posted 14 Years Ago


This is a cute, fun poem, so childlike as well.
You still are a kid at heart...I see it now:).
This poem puts me in mind of someone who
has a crush:))

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is an unconventional love poem with a song-like quality and a cadence which trips off the tongue satisfyingly. There is a peculiarity about it which makes you think a little beyond the superficial; a hint of the abstract, as though it is a dream of perfection which would apparently be unattainable - but it retains a sense of truth, appearing to describe someone that is very real. It cannot be determined why this is, but the impression is there all the same. The use of the word "wright" is intriguing, as though this love has been crafted, or is the perfect craftsmanship.. And "...growing, knowing die.." is quite a mysterious phrase, which also leaves one with a feeling rather than a definition. The "wright" and "knowing die" together, though, create an overall sense of a perfectly-formed life, where understanding of existence itself is ultimately realised through the love of this ideal one.
Interesting work, with a smart technique, and unusual symbolic, faint abstract style which paints a picture that is a little more than the average poem of its genre.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

What a fun and uplifting write! Very easy to run through and pleasant to picture and feel. Great!

Posted 14 Years Ago


damn yard work always gets in the way of a master piece.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

a pounce a day keeps the doctor away
see if she's in the mood to play
careful you don't get lead astray
cuz too much pounce will turn you gray

Posted 14 Years Ago


I too love the rhyme pattern, it's different and adds a little extra something to the poem. I love it. This is a very sweet poem.

Run my fingers through your hair
You make me more….growing, knowing die

I love that...The last lines of each stanza really stand out to me. This is a wonderful piece...still can't get over how much I like the rhyming. Anyway...great job.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Crowley
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