Poetry Corner: Pleasure Moment

I write a lot, but sometime even I get a little lost. Sometime I hardly write a word, and yet I can still write one helluva poem, be it sonnets, villanelle, or blitz poem. I am a F***kin' Awesome Writer. In preparation for OctPoWriMo starting October 1st I wanted to share a poem a write.

My friend Joy found this local poetry contest of female sexuality, gender expression, gender identity, and the like. She sent it to me. I vowed to submit something, and so I wrote. I haven't submitting anything yet, but I have until November. In the mean time I wanted to share one of my attempts to write about female sexuality. It is not a topic I often tackle, but I felt compelled to try, also, I am trying to revised one or more of this poem for inclusion in this contest.

I hope you enjoy it, Dear Readers.

There will be a lot more poetry in the coming months, and even regular blog posts again. I have had a busy and intense year, starting to wind down into a bit of normalcy again. Not that I always want normalcy, but I like some consistency at least.

With that, I give you...

 Pleasure Moment

I am my sex,

female, if you will, 

alive with sensual desires--

breathing down my neck.

Tingling

and 

goose pimpled flesh.

The moment's gone, you see,

unless the fire is stoked,

and fed by tinder

and

wood.

Pulses race--

I know I am alive,

desires

and 

thrilling.

Are you?

Give me a moment

and I will come when called;

and your fannng my desires,

making the woman in me 

stand out.

I am not ashamed.

This is a pleasure moment, 

silently sought

hard pressed to win.

My desires are real,

as am I. See me!

I am touch, to yours,

giving in, to yours--

drink me in

and in a moment,

know that I am

woman,

heat and desire,

pleasure and pain,

housed all in one.

Will you give in too?

And the moment need not pass again.

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As the world falls down....

It's WIPpet Wednesday. WooHooooo! The day I can share a bit of what I have been working on. WIPpet Wednesday is the brain baby of K.L. Schwengel. The muse and beauteous writer. Go see what she's up to or add your own link to the list HERE.

It's based on math of today's date. 6/24/2015. Take any part of that and fins a snippet of your WIP. I am going to use the day 24: 2 + 4 + 1 = 7 lines. One extra line for luck.

I turned, “Don’t worry, Callie. It’s only just past the Elms Gate.” I pointed back towards the elm trees. “Once there, I can tell you. I promise.” I turned my body and taking a step over a small downed pine tree. I fell farther than I intended, feeling like the world was falling around me.

Q!

And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I challenge to write a poem that states the things you know. For example, “The sky is blue” or “Pizza is my favorite food” or “The world’s smallest squid is Parateuthis tunicata. Each line can be a separate statement, or you can run them together. The things you “know” of course, might be facts, or they might be a little bit more like beliefs. Hopefully, this prompt will let your poem be grounded in specific facts, while also providing room for more abstract themes and ideas.

I went a little more introspective. Maybe it's my mood, or maybe I just have been thinking, but a little part of my heart just started to wonder. Hence today Letter of the Day for Blogging A to Z.

Q is for Quietly

For someone who can be pretty loud, even at the best of times. I do like a bit of quiet introspection and restorative writing. There's been a lot on my mind ranging from good to less good. I don't like to post negativity here, unless it's something to share and maybe help others. So, tonight's poem, Dear Readers, is one of simple truths and the humour behind some of those truths.

Quietly Contemplating

Have you ever noticed
that the birds sing in the morning
that the sun always rises in the east
and you only get perfectly comfortable
especially when the alarm suddenly goes off?

Or think about the times
when you noticed that the sky was blue
that rain makes the grass green
and the smell of a new book is the best
even after you're caught sniffing the books in the store?

Somewhere between the seconds
when your toe starts tapping in time
when you just need to sing along
because that one song came on the radio
and you see that the driver of the car next to you is watching you?

So why is it
that you are afraid to try something new
or tell someone that you love them
to live in the moment
that you are now contemplating after read this poem?

Okay, now, Dear Readers, a surprise. This is for Lizzi, my friend who write fantastic poetry about all manner of stuff. She write of love and truth, and much in between the two. She has an amazing flair of the Shakespeare tongue and rhymes like a beast. So tonight I dedicated this part of my blog to her. Go and check out her stuff at The Well Tempered Bards! Also I promised her that I would tell her about the surprises of my weekend. I went to my best friend from college's house warming party in Niagara Falls, NY and my friend, Laura whom is an artist and loves artsy thing desired to fill balloons with paint and throw them at a canvas. When completed and dried, the painting when be hung in her bedroom.

The photo below is of the first round of balloons and paint (with people) and the following photo is from Jamie (photo to the right) of the painting about mid way through the balloon tossing process.

Round 1 Paint and Friends

ROW80 check-in:
    *Writing: still made my daily NaPoWriMo and A to Z Challenge posts. That is about it though. This this weekend I was strapped for time and hanging with people. More on that later.

This Week:
    *What I put for last check in I am continuing into this week. I have some more free time this week, going to use it.

A Round of Words in 80 Day, a blog challenge that knows you have a life. Come over to the Hop, the Blog Hop and visit with us writers and bloggers.

Upon the Island Sand

Today's is gonna be short post for I am theatreing all day!

Tra-La-La-La

J is for Julie Anne Lindsey

My friend, writer, and twitter co-hort, Julie Anne Lindsey writes amoungst other things writes mysteries set on Chincoteague Island with her shero Patience Price. The Cozy Mystery series. The free lance counselor turned detective solves crimes on her hometown's own island. The first book in the series Murder by the Seaside is a next read and available at Carina Press, Amazon,  or Barnes and Noble (ebook reader formats). 

It's late or really earlier, so onto the poem. It's a free verse about Chincoteague island just off the coast of Virginia. Every year they round up some the wild ponies to sell at market. It's the major income for the island.  Maybe someday I will make down there to see what is really looks like. The sands, ocean breezes, and the wild mponies. I remember reading Misty of Chincoteague and Stormy, Misty's Foal. Good times!

Upon the Island Sands

Upon the island sands

They play—

The famous of ponies,

If you have read books

In your youth.

Upon the Chincoteague sands

They dash and frolic

As ponies do.

But, there is more

Than merriment and mirth

That occurs on Misty’s shores.