Pride, ego whatever you want to call it....
I have been (surprisingly to me at least) asked to participate in a group blog.
It's a blog done by poets, artists, writers.
I have written poetry in the past (even some pitiful attempts on here)- I am going to put the poem I just posted there on here and provide you guys with a link. Not because my poetry is any good (or worth reading for that matter) - but because there are some really talented individuals on this blog...
You can find the link here (and also if you look at my profile it's listed as one of my blogs).
*******
Another late night I fear...
*sigh*
I don't know what's wrong...
I really need to get some rest.
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Cinematheque
In the hushed, velvet theatre
I feel you reach across -
You lay your hand on my thigh,
Slowly, inching upwards.
Like being blindfolded,
I can't quite see your hands
Yet, I feel what they do to me.
Your breath takes on life.
It's harsh measure beating time;
Inciting my heart to quicken.
Your searing kiss licks like flame,
Burning away my composure.
Hot! Oh yes I like it hot!
Like butter melting on popcorn,
I want to melt in my seat.
Your love comes to me
In blazing technicolour,
And Dolby surround-sound
Our love is perfect cinema.
© 1997 - CML
It's a blog done by poets, artists, writers.
I have written poetry in the past (even some pitiful attempts on here)- I am going to put the poem I just posted there on here and provide you guys with a link. Not because my poetry is any good (or worth reading for that matter) - but because there are some really talented individuals on this blog...
You can find the link here (and also if you look at my profile it's listed as one of my blogs).
*******
Another late night I fear...
*sigh*
I don't know what's wrong...
I really need to get some rest.
****************
Cinematheque
In the hushed, velvet theatre
I feel you reach across -
You lay your hand on my thigh,
Slowly, inching upwards.
Like being blindfolded,
I can't quite see your hands
Yet, I feel what they do to me.
Your breath takes on life.
It's harsh measure beating time;
Inciting my heart to quicken.
Your searing kiss licks like flame,
Burning away my composure.
Hot! Oh yes I like it hot!
Like butter melting on popcorn,
I want to melt in my seat.
Your love comes to me
In blazing technicolour,
And Dolby surround-sound
Our love is perfect cinema.
© 1997 - CML
posted by Colette at 10:53 PM
3 Comments:
Colette, I really liked this piece you posted. And I am glad you joined. More later. Have a good day.
Thanks, both of you...
I label it that way because I don't consider what I do to be art - just me gushing out my crap - to expect it to be liked/admired by the world takes a certain type of ego/pridefulness - I don't see I just don't see my writing as very good.
But thanks, (And Linda, I hope you are doing well dear, I miss you *big hug* - take care of yourself and that baby - as I know you are...)
C -
Colette it does not matter whether you consider it art or not . I just liked. it. it excited me and it was fun. and life has gotta to be fun. so much of it , is painful. cheers.
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