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| Topic: <🌹> Dining with Valentine's Day past <🌹> | |
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Dickens Ghosts are three,
Past, Present and Yet To Come. A similar, came calling on me, Valentine Past, All blazing saddles was he, a hero on horseshoe. We dined in the light of pomegranate candles. His musky cologne, my earthy perfume - A single rose - A fragrant whirlpool teasing senses, lulling memories. The rose wept in my hands, left aromatic smudges, as I watched your radiating charm balloon. A potent cocktail of jests and tales to amuse. You were dynamite tonight, talking all about you. Walking home, you were closer than the sidewalk, hands, kisses, whimpers and whispers. I led without one word. Naked, you closed the curtains, turned to me like a wolf in heat. Ripping, scratching, biting, laughing as my blood paints the walls. Your lust punctures my blacked out memory, triggered me. You are my nightmare, a haunting, the Ghost of Valentine Past. |
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Moving poem
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Edited by
Bastet127
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Thu 02/13/20 05:46 PM
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You never fail to paint a picture, vivid and alive, even when haunting. Love it!
I am curious why you chose to move from ‘he’ and ‘his’ in the first two stanzas to ‘you’ and ‘your’ in the remaining? |
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You never fail to paint a picture, vivid and alive, even when haunting. Love it! I am curious why you chose to move from ‘he’ and ‘his’ in the first two stanzas to ‘you’ and ‘your’ in the remaining? Because she had blacked out his rape. He was "He", a man wanting romance. Then she remembers. He becomes "You". The veil lifts and she remembers. Her Ghost from the past, her #metoo. |
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You never fail to paint a picture, vivid and alive, even when haunting. Love it! I am curious why you chose to move from ‘he’ and ‘his’ in the first two stanzas to ‘you’ and ‘your’ in the remaining? Because she had blacked out his rape. He was "He", a man wanting romance. Then she remembers. He becomes "You". The veil lifts and she remembers. Her Ghost from the past, her #metoo. Yep, I totally see it now. The poetry within the poetry, so well done! 
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Good stuff LW. I encounter some insights into the female perspective, reading your poems.
Was it full moon? I mean, Phew.
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You never fail to paint a picture, vivid and alive, even when haunting. Love it! I am curious why you chose to move from ‘he’ and ‘his’ in the first two stanzas to ‘you’ and ‘your’ in the remaining? Because she had blacked out his rape. He was "He", a man wanting romance. Then she remembers. He becomes "You". The veil lifts and she remembers. Her Ghost from the past, her #metoo. Yep, I totally see it now. The poetry within the poetry, so well done!
Actually B, I wrote it for a competition, where 12 certain words had to be used and Valentine's Day. So my poem started and progressed... I never noticed the him / you till you pointed it out. But the overall gist was of a woman who forgot her trauma. He reappeared, and as the night moved, so did her realisation of his narcissm and past violence toward her. I try to stay away from dark poems, but I am realising women want words to relate to their real experiences. Silence is not always golden. Btw, I posted Stevie Nick's and Lady Antebellum, with you in mind on my Ladywind's vent and chat thread.  
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Good stuff LW. I encounter some insights into the female perspective, reading your poems.
Was it full moon? I mean, Phew.
No, it was just another day in every womens life. 
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love that ... thanks
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