This is an original piece created from the inspiration from a #MissMuseMe post on Twitter. You will find the picture from the post below, followed by the poem. The picture is a photo by Liz Bretz.Continue reading Starlit Fantasy
The tender flutterings of your lips brushing my eyelids
send shivers of ecstasy through my spirit.
The scent of your flesh
and the heat of your breath
tickle my nose,
a memory of what I want to happen,
and what might be,
chasing me through a dream
too true to be good and
too perfect to be real.
I have envisioned this moment,
touching myself and wishing it was you,
your large, rough hands gliding down my belly,
leaving trails of steam through the landscape of my soul.
Now that the moment has come,
I find myself questioning:
am I merely awake?
Or, for the first time,
am I truly alive?
The formative years of my life were spent
learning the value of being a strong woman.
I’m late in posting this, but here’s an original poem, for #WriterWednesday. While some may think they know who this is about, I think it’s more symbolic than about any one person in particular. Please enjoy!
Some while ago, I wrote a poem and on a whim submitted it to a contest. I think I may have spoken about it on here, and I know I’ve talked about it on Twitter, during various chat events. Either way, the time has come that they’ve posted it on their website, and thus I can share it with you all!
The contest was about social issues, and I chose to write about the mandatory testing and how it’s more harmful than good. There are a few people that I have shared it with. The last guy was one of them, and he laughingly said that it might be something we talk about 20 years from now…
At least he believed I had a bit of talent.
Or he could at least joke about such a thing.
I don’t really believe he had any positive feelings or thoughts about me at all. I really wanted him to tell me otherwise, with his own words, without me having to ask for some sort of validation, but he never could. Whether that is me not able to see it in the way he was showing it, or just proof that it never existed, I couldn’t tell you for certain, but this poem at least was good enough to win third place in a contest that is outside of my home country.
That is something worth celebrating and sharing!
You can find it on the site of the magazine which is publishing it here: Wax Poetry and Art. In theory, they will have someone read it and post that on Youtube. If it comes to be, you know I’ll post it here!
Thanks for following along and being supportive of all my trials and tribulations, be they romantic or creative!!