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!!
You said that I was strong
And yet that I play the victim.
From your fingertips, a thousand volts of desire spark.
Arcs of passion jump through my being
from nerve to nerve
A tingling path of need coursing through me
Igniting a fire at my core.
All because you touched me.
My thoughts become wrapped up in the very idea of you,
hypnotized by the memory of being enveloped in your arms,
of being held tightly
while teased into a fervor of passion
with the gentlest of caresses along the tops of my breasts.
Your fingers pull and flick at my nipples,
as you simultaneously
pull a moan from my lips.
When you suck and nip at my ear,
the warmth of your breath drives me even further
into a frenzy
until I am at risk of losing myself completely
in your scent
as it surrounds and sticks to my naked flesh
pressed so closely to your own nude body.
hips moving of their own accord
to that most ancient of rhythms
known to all lovers who’ve given themselves
freely one to the other.
This poem is inspired in part by the #MissMuseMe post from Twitter.
Under your skin,
just below the surface,
where you hide your disdain
It twinkles at the corners of
when you say my name,
as if the
mere utterance of that combination
of vowels and consonants
above the chasm
where you hide
allowing the love
to trickle up,
reverse raindrops of
that water your smile,
still only a smirk
but wholly genuine.
Though the words have been
a barrage of sarcasm,
know that it is ever so evident
what you mean to say,
I love you, too.