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  • Poetry of the lovers mind the mind of poetry lovers lovers of the poetry mind

    POETRY OF THE LOVERS MIND
    THE MIND OF POETRY LOVERS
    LOVERS OF THE POETRY MIND

    Exceptional creature
    Forget regret
    Mind like mine
    No interest in chasing down
    Fading sunshine
    Bellies of sweat
    Abandon control
    Blades in the summertime yard
    And like us
    Dew drops do happen
    And dew drops do happen to roll

    Mouths of motion, no words, only trust
    Purest of touch
    Hands that cradle the fleshes
    Fleshes that handle the cradle of lust

    Every silky, sleepy, inviting moan
    Weakening the strongest joints
    Smashing the barriers of sound
    Shaking every stiffened ivory bone

    Like stroking the wings
    Of a resting damselfly
    Tasting bitter and sweet
    Laughing out loud with your tear in my eye

    Imagination can’t learn to begin
    We’re here for that reason
    If we don’t let love out
    It will never sink in

    The movement of us against them
    Over rated the beauty of skin
    And the spirit of the universe
    I truly believe is never a sin

    RDS
    THE SECOND




  • #2
    Want to thank all that commented on my las t post my message center is corrupt and cant get in

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    • #3
      The shingled surf
      The dash of spume
      The grind of youth
      How soon it's gone
      Right on, write on
      with passion

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      • #4
        I loved this, read it a few times to let it sink in and form an impression... ending of the first stanza was really cool. This was intimate and well done, except perhaps maybe you cold consider the ending, and a little more "concrete" one fashioned from it? I can see what you mean, it seems more ideal than realized. The spirit being a sin? That doesn't make sense (to me) but forgive me if I'm missing something. Maybe I'm just being nitpicky because I would want the whole poem to make as much sense and impact as it carried throughout-- til the end.
        That said, it's fun to play around with opposites and comcepts, and I feel like the ending was ... you resigned to trust in the universe with what comes thru you. Yeah? Maybe just a different construction could give it better emphasis. Or nothing. Just my two cents, friend!
        Peace!

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