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I had fully intended to write a different poem, even had a provisional title and theme in mind but Muse had another idea for me and this is what grew from her suggestions.
She Tasted Me - 27 Sep 11
She tested me
She tasted me
Lips
Tarrying
On bare skin
Fingertips
Dancing
Caressing
Playing hide and seek
Through my hair
Warm breath
Unexpectedly blows
Teasing
Goosebumps
From secret places
She knew how
She knew where
Whispered
Secrets
She woke me
Perhaps the poem I had intended to write will be allowed out in the near future.
This is my entry for,
http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/27/openlinknight-week-11
A friend showed me a quote from "A History of Cornwall" by F E Halliday [c 1959], it read;
"...as we travel to Land's End we also travel back in time, towards our beginning."
This triggered something and almost immediately this poem was born.
Creating Now - 24 Sep 11
Standing
At the dawn of time
Where land and sea
Meet and kiss
In the place where
All our yesterdays
Are born
And
All our tomorrows
Are yet to be
Feeling the Ocean
Beckoning, inviting
Holding out
Her moist hands
To me…
Come my Love
Let us create
Our now
Muse gives no notice as to her nudges and she can offer some surprising things.
A windy afternoon, I heard her whispers and felt her presence - Muse has different ways of making herself known and offering suggestions for a new poem.
Whispers - 13 Sep 11
Lightly stepping on the boards
Her breath
Soft
Whispers
Her eyes
Gleaming
Expectation shivers
Delicate fingers
Open the door
She watches his sleeping form
Smiles
Whispers
Her lips
Licked
Anticipation
Slipping beside him
Not touching
Just watching
In his dream he
Whispers
Her name
She enters
His dream
I love the way Muse works to offer ideas and suggestions, her assistance is always welcomed.
As so often happens, Muse tapped me on the shoulder some time after midnight and offered some suggestions for a new piece. I didn't know where it would lead but am rather pleased with the result.
Soul Summoning Spell - 12 Sep 11
Still she sang
Her old song
In the dusky darkness
Where Moonlight never reached
Lamenting loves lost
In years gone by
While watching new flames
Growing in her heart
Watching waves wash
Across the sand
While the distant lantern
Lights from ships sail beyond the bay
Tasting tomorrow’s tea
Her heady brew enticing
Drawing him closer
Into her grasp
Evening’s ebon eternity
Holds her … waiting
As her lover, spell-bound
Approaches through the night
Spell-bound he might be but willingly he is drawn to her side.
Yes, I am aware of the inspiration that Led Zeppelin left in a gentle way.
Muse is never to be denied, her suggestions always worth listening to for the words she offers.
This is my offering to:
http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/13/open-link-night-week-9/
Writing, once again, in the dark of night with soft music for company. Muse said, "your turn" and asked me to take up pen and write.
A Sad Song - 06 Sep 11
I know I said it
Once
A long time ago
As I walked toward you
I said
I love you
But now I realise
I was walking in vain
I know I said it
In the dark of
A starless night
When even the Moon
Chose not to look
And my words
Lost their way
In the dark
I know I said it
But dark tears
Washed the traces
The feint footprints
From the path
And my lost words
Were walking in the rain
Again
Interesting how a thought can take you into places that have not been explored and can only be seen in the dark of night.
This poem / song is not autobiographical, nor is it about anyone I know, it is just a feeling that grew out of the music to which I was listening at that moment.
This is my offering for:
http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/06/open-link-night-week-8/
I was listening to some instrumental music when words started to drift through my mind, pen and paper taken up and the poem flowed. I'm not certain that I can say that much about it or who the poem is about but I offer it to you.
Dark Friend - 02 Sep 11
She walked alone
Through deserted streets
Held in
Night’s cool embrace
A strange dark friend
She knew him well
Many years
Together ~ comforting ~ conversations
When daylight cracked the sky
Alone again she found herself
Dawn glow
Ghostly light fills the sky
Alone still ~ her friend within
Companion in the dark
Light … lover
Always together never lonely
Muse has a wonderful habit of tapping me on my shoulder when I least expect her arrival.
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