Salinye Posted May 14, 2003 Report Posted May 14, 2003 Now, I must preface this poem with a disclaimer: "I in no way shape or form am claiming to be able to match Psimon's extremely eloquent poetic talent. However, I did write this on a whim in response to "Red Sky Shadow" and "Pulse". (Now Now Alaeha that was not a statement of inferiority, so no yelling at me! We must admit, Psimon is among the best!) Without Further Ado...(No title as of yet.) Hair brushed softly from my face, Unadjusted eyes the dark does lace. With held breath I look around No intruder can be found. It must have all been just a dream His cold touch, how real it seemed. Sinking back into a pillow haven At my side he appeared, craving. Before I could scream in surprise His hypnotic gaze caught my eyes. As I lay, my pulse did quicken, Unbeknownst his lust did thicken. What would he do, rape or molest? No, he simply wished me to rest. Among the spirits and the gods To dance in places only angels trod. He leans in now, sharp is the pain He holds me close as my life does drain. Memories through my mind do flutter, Not a single word did the reaper utter. At last he left me on my bed Not a tear or drop of blood was shed As a reminder that this strife Was an exchange of death for life.
Peredhil Posted May 14, 2003 Report Posted May 14, 2003 wow. You need no disclaimers Hun'. One thing life at the Pen teaches. We're all insecure, and the best lesson you can learn is to keep your mouth shut except to say thank you... Don't disclaim, don't point out flaws they over-looked. Don't implicitly tell them they were wrong and have poor judgement when they say "good" by you saying, "not really". It's hard to accept praise - but a useful lesson. You accept it for them when you can't for you. Hugs
Parmenion Posted May 14, 2003 Report Posted May 14, 2003 Touché to Salinye and her poem - very nice, more, more
Psimon Posted May 15, 2003 Report Posted May 15, 2003 hmmmmmm reply, riposte, a moment lost forgive, forget, a moment let behind, begun, a moment won abate, abet, a moment yet *bashes himself severely about the head, lest he start rhyming yet again* A joke, a jest a daring wager. Welcome guest, or dashing stranger. For what is life without a-making daring-do and much risk taking. Well done, indeed. For some time yet, I've felt the need for challenge... bets. But money's not all there's to risk. A spoon, a bowl a well-made whisk. It need not be a thing of substance, or anything if there's resistance. Just sit and say to each, "Well won" and rest awhile when joust is done. Sorry... too late Seriously though, well done. There's talent in that there mind an' no mistake. You've a writer's pen, oo-aaarrrggghhh! (sorry, too much Blackadder in my upbringing. I get silly when I'm tired and I'm VERY tired right now...) I love it, Sal... we should do this again
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