Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Drifting is the name of this poem, and as most of my poems are, it's aboutwomen and how entrancing they can be. Drifting Dark and mysterious creature, born in pink light. Shy and sweet, sweat, bold as silver. Kissed by dew and bronzed in dust. Love, experience, freedom, child-woman drawn in sand, drawn to sand, small and burdened entrancing and turbulent her winds wind... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 11:54 PM Comments (4) (link)
Pleasure is the title of this poem, written about writing.Pleasure The words that breathe from within separate my soul from insanity and I'm comforted by the tactile sensation of pen on paper, specifically. The smooth, steady flow of my brain, my hand, the ink on paper, soothing me, smoothing me, making me feel safer. Insulating me from any of life's... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 3:47 PM Comments (2) (link) |
About this BlogAll poetry, mostly my own original works. Also, maybe a few of the quotes or excerpts from the writing that inspired the poetry.Links |
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