Written for today’s prompt at toads ~ Weekend Mini Challenge. We’re asked to read the poem ‘The Uncertainty of the Poet’. And “study the structure and word patterns, and then write a similar poem, choosing your own words to noodle around with, restricting yourself to those words and trying them out in different combinations in couplets.”
This was really fun and both as easy as it looks at first and deceptively hard. I played around with a couple of different word combination before finding my stride… ;-)
Walking up to you A private spotlight An audience of one Curious of me Demanding honesty Both good now and ugly past Not polished social media life The spotlight is not a mirror But a doorway to private rooms Excluding the rest of the world
Hands meet, fingers intertwining Skin contact ignites the spark Wanting a kiss, lips tingle Two souls connect, passion flares Hands explore curves and zones Stripping away layers Until skin touches only skin Kissing, licking, nibbling, sucking Pleasure given and shared
Every sensation heightened by mutual awareness Breath deepens, heartbeat races Waves start to build and roll Velocity and intensity increases Wave cresting, climax shared Orgasm takes hold You spend yourself as I buck and tremble
And before anyone gets worried, this is thankfully not how bad my depression is right now. This is processing by writing about it. It is also an attempt to help someone else express themselves. And a chance to show some hope for everyone having a hard time right now.
For me a tarn can be both a small woodland lake or a water filled old mining shaft, with inky black waters.
Written for Poetics: Stars that count over at dVerse. This Pleiades form, seven lines with seven syllables each, and all starting with the same letter as the one word title, is wholly new to me and took a couple of tries.
Tried to find inspiration in mythology, only found a tiredness over the way women are used in almost all of our founding stories.