The Queen is a dark bad ass. Like the lay out and the rhyme scheme.

Hello Honoria,what a treat to see you here.
Like I was telling Crim it took me all night to write this poem. I’m pretty happy with the outcome. Thanks for looking, sweetheart.
Miss you
Jackie xx

Hello Damian.
Always a pleasure to see you on my page. I appreciate you too thank you my friend.
Jackie xx

Hi there vision, thank you. It means a lot and thank you for reading it and commenting. Appreciate you.
Jackie xx

Thank you very much Abby appreciate you.
Jackie xx

Breaking my shy rule here. This one just stopped me in my tracks. Speechless and searching for something cold to drink.

the ballerina and the ragdoll comparison to women was written beautifully. Always on the tip toes but at times need a wall to lean against to keep you up right.

Hello Fia!
I think some men take it for granted that women are human. Really. My using ragdoll had a purpose, in that it does indeed mean a collapse.
Thank you, too, for the feedback.

hello dearest Styxian I love how you talked about her hanging on every word and vowel… so rich is your languag you can’t help but lift her this is beautifully poignant ❤️

I have a tendency to watch their lips, when someone is talking to me. It helps me understand them better. But, in this write it has more of a sensual purpose, obviously!
Thank you Crims. I’m still trying to post some decent stuff, so thanks for letting me know it’s not bad.

Hahaha, we’re getting a blend of soft core and hard core beautifully woven within this piece. We love the way that you flipped things showing your versatility and still kept it clean. Tight

Passionately penned, Mark. This is an excellent write full of deep wonderful layers my friend. Always enjoy your storytelling my brother. Another amazing read. Appreciate you.

Damian

Damn…the ragdoll analogy just knocked me on my ass. Some of us feel more ragdoll than ballerina all the time, and never a Barbie. I will say, as a girl who loved dolls, ragdolls are more resilient though, Barbies break easily. I love the quiet messages whispering through this

There’s a level of intimacy conveyed with compassion and understanding
that effortlessly flows through your poetic verbiage, speaking to the human condition
like none other. Standing ovation all around

Much respect

Naaj

I agree with Willow.
Ragdolls are more resilient. They might get scuffed up and look weathered over time but they are still together. Even if by some chance they do get torn apart, they can be sewn back together with new material or a different color of string. And maybe they can sew it themselves and choose a variety of colors or patterns we’ve always dreamed of.

Love this piece!

Although when I was little I did get the Barbie car!! Haha

Awesome comment, H. And hey, good to see you onsite!
I edited the write a tiny bit. I took out where it said “still” in the lines where it mentioned ballerinas, etc. Because for many, it never comes to fruition, it stays just thoughts. I myself am a clutz. And I’m sure there ae more like me. LOL.
Your presence is a blessing.

and the ground shook beneath me as I danced too!!

Absolutely felt this with everything inside me🤍

I was the kid who made “Weird Barbies”, complete with permanent marker makeup…

But anyway, your poem — gosh I love your writing. You seem to have a way of really seeing people, and all the various dancing, flopping dolls that they are in their heads. What a gift. And well… the subtle erotica… what a lovely addition. Three cheers!

❤️k