We muse away the hours
pretending our desire can wait
the wine bottle is empty
but the sun is as seductive
as your breath on my skin and our
blanket covers us with the illusion
of secret seclusion
urgently
I press my softness against your
reservation
woo you with my intimate curves
later you will say I seduced you
and I will blame it on the wine
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
Overall a powerful piece, but it can be tightened up a bit.Originally Posted by Firemajic
- D.
I like the gentle subtlety that you use when describing the scene and the way it developes. The passion is left to the imagination and that fits so well with the underlying vibe of reticence and guilt. I agree with Darkkin's suggestion of separating those two final lines. They hold the key to the relationship and everything that has transpired.
I enjoyed this poem a lot. It creates a story and the way you have phrased the lines - gently bringing in the reader like a silent observer - is deliciously naughty.
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hello Fire - long time no chat....
[QUOTE=Firemajic;2263968
]We muse away the hours
pretending our desire can wait = really like the nearly in-rhyme
the wine bottle is empty = a statement to ground the reader
but the sun is as seductive - yet
as your breath on my skin and our - as breath upon skin = keep it universal
blanket covers us with the illusion = and the blanket covers us
with the illusion
of secret seclusion
urgently
I press my softness against your
reservation
woo you with my intimate curves - love woo ! - the opposite of intimate here
later you will say I seduced you = possible contractions? - you'll - I'll
and I will blame it on the wine
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]QUOTE]
love the understated truth of that last couplet.................enjoyed
grasp the mettle of things unsaid
and strike the nail upon the head
Revised
We flirt away hours
pretending desire can wait
the wine bottle stands empty
but the sun is seductive
as breath on skin
the blanket offers illusions
of secret seclusion
Urgently I press my softness
against your reservation
Later you'll say I seduced you
and I'll blame it on the wine...
Thank you, Darkkin! I appreciate your critique and I have revised my poem based on many of your suggestions
LOL... naughty, but not too risqué, I hopeI like the gentle subtlety that you use when describing the scene and the way it developes. The passion is left to the imagination and that fits so well with the underlying vibe of reticence and guilt. I agree with Darkkin's suggestion of separating those two final lines. They hold the key to the relationship and everything that has transpired.
I enjoyed this poem a lot. It creates a story and the way you have phrased the lines - gently bringing in the reader like a silent observer - is deliciously naughty.Thank you, it is always a pleasure to see my poetry through your eyes....
[QUOTE=ned;2264380]hello Fire - long time no chat....
Hello, Ned, nice to see you out and about
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
[QUOTE=Firemajic;2264509]Revised
We flirt away hours
pretending desire can wait
the wine bottle stands empty
but the sun is seductive
as breath on skin
the blanket offers illusions
of secret seclusion
Urgently I press my softness
against your reservation
Later you'll say I seduced you
and I'll blame it on the wine...
Hullo again Firemajic! And yes, again a poem definitely in there.
But this newbie is now puzzled about some of the posting etiquette around here. The thread is headed by your original, but now you have posted Revision 1 within a response in this thread and not as a new thread. As this is a very young thread, people are still eyeing it off, and if they don’t read all the comments they will concentrate on your first version. Isn’t this a little misleading?
And because it is so young, with the possibility of more comments coming, is it not too early to post a revision? Some say a revision should hold back for quite some time...
To business:
as they actually did flirt away hours, there was no pretence - desire did wait.
I do not understand the relevance or connection between the next lines. The wine bottle stands empty - meaning what? Time has passed, perhaps? But the sun... why ‘but’? Time has already passed before the ‘but’...
‘Seductive’ - so they want to continue basking - so why hide under the blanket?
’Secret seclusion’ - ‘seclusion’ itself already implies hiddennes
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’my softness against your reservation’ - the sort of euphemism one finds in the True Love category of Romance???
I think you need to do some vocabulary mining here.
As to seduction, I think the ‘illusion-seclusion’ alliteration has seduced you into leaving this too cute wordplay alive. As it stands it is suddenly out of character with the previous tone and also raises the disappointingly unfulfilled expectation of more alliteration later. Remember: ‘Murder your darlings.’
Yes there is a poem in here. Your poem. If my musings are completely irrelevant, then please, discard!
I did enjoy the potential in your poem.
[QUOTE=Tirralirra;2264700]Revised
We flirt away hours
pretending desire can wait
the wine bottle stands empty
but the sun is seductive
as breath on skin
the blanket offers illusions
of secret seclusion
Urgently I press my softness
against your reservation
Later you'll say I seduced you
and I'll blame it on the wine...
Hullo again Firemajic! And yes, again a poem definitely in there.
But this newbie is now puzzled about some of the posting etiquette around here. The thread is headed by your original, but now you have posted Revision 1 within a response in this thread and not as a new thread. As this is a very young thread, people are still eyeing it off, and if they don’t read all the comments they will concentrate on your first version. Isn’t this a little misleading?
And because it is so young, with the possibility of more comments coming, is it not too early to post a revision? Some say a revision should hold back for quite some time.
**** I assume that anyone reading, will start with the poem and then read all of the responses... I want to show how the critiques are used and how I edited the poem...
If more critiques come in, and I feel another edit is needed, I will do that... my poems are and will always be a WIP...
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’my softness against your reservation’ - the sort of euphemism one finds in the True Love category of Romance?
OUCH!!! lol.... well I am not a fan of Romance Novels....and do not read them, but maybe I should...
Thank you for your critique, I will think about every suggestion, you made some valid points...
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
Firemajic - It had just enough heat to ignite the passion. I liked it. Namyh
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