The imagery of “lips spit fire, yet taste like Chardonnay” is such a vivid paradox, and the way you connect her kiss to both a visual “kaleidoscope of colors” and the sound of “psithurism” is beautiful. It makes the experience truly multi-sensory. Beautifully penned.

Hi Ms Valuptas, I would not want your royal “whispering” (unholy or otherwise), sitting in a jail cell. How else would I receive such beautiful comments?

For most of the poetry I write, I add music. I think it adds to the feel and meaning of the poem. Sade’s song “Kiss of Life” was a really good fit for this poem. And yes, I am “foxy”… er… I mean… damn, did I say that out loud? Actually, more “wolfy” than “foxy”. But you know, wolfs can be sly too. ;0)

Anyway, sorry about the couch. THANK YOU for the comment, the visit, and for making my poem feel special!

Now that is a thought. No distractions other than living your life. Very, very simple life

What I write! And done on the toilet! Lol
This is quite the masterpiece. I enjoyed all the back and forth. Like reading a tennis match.
Caveman vs the 21st century.
Well done!

Loved the ending!

I am somewhat jealous; my toilet poetry is usually flushed because of the brown streaks. You write of the ying and yang of individualism, the brown streaks versus what once was. We humans have lost touch with our origins. We once made cave art, danced and howled at the moon; where it was women who ruled the campfires. And in some ways, we were more intelligent than we are today. We could talk to animals and create myths about the formations in stars. We will never get back to this, but I do think we can create a society where we once again talk to animals and reach for the stars.

Your poem is thought-provoking and appreciated. Thanks for the share.
-Curt/redzone

Emma, this is a well narrated story of the history of your writer’s life where college took you. This glimpse into the past was quite stimulating to read. I loved how the life events unfolded and reading this story that felt like an entry for a memoir.

John

Many thanks, you found the thread running through time and kindly accepted the truth of my words. There is a future to come but with pauses for self reflection. More than that, I don’t know yet! Patience or adventure!?

I just found this… Oh! You write, such indigo between lines.

weirdly, this reminds me of someone that i used to love, from afar.

Yes..vampires, werewolves and the goes bump on hollioween..
This has a great A-B flow to it. Nicely done

Thanks Fia! I wanted it to sound almost like a lullaby. lol

Hello, can I interest you in a Frankenstein type guy? LOL.
I love when you get all voracious! This is a dare ya write, you know!
Okay okay. Enchanting write, Vampira! I love the aggressiveness of it, the baring of fangs and display of an appetite for human consumption…
It’s super well done and well timed for the coming season. Perfecto!

I was in the mood after reading all the fun stuff
And you are just my type mister. Perfect. 😍
I’m glad I enchanted you with my fangs!
Next time I see you I’ll bite!

Beautifully penned, Adel. Excellent Halloween write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Nice and spooky for the Halloween season. 🙂

Even though I am not a huge fan of Halloween, this is pretty cool .. in fact it’s bloody much better than that .. Neville 🐈‍⬛🖤🐧😎👍

Oh! This is good.

Tis the season for the undead. Great ink.

An interesting write, suitable for the season.

Aww. The way you feel about her as a sacred and heavenly is beautiful

Your beautiful and tender ode to la luna is much needed and appreciated by these weary eyes. To sit out late at night beneath her pallid light while the world goes on oblivious, is true poetic medicine. I praise your use of, welkin, something mystical about that word. Gorgeous write, my friend.

Clay