it always began like this
the need to fling it off
it always began like this
simple unvarnished erotic
tingling blood gorged rosy
gold glistening
that stomach dropping rise
and dizzying swing over
like a reckless child over
soft sweet grasses
in an endless field
it always began like this
palpating, pulsating, persistent
promise of ever vividness
it always ended the same
done, pale, flat,
finally at last alone,
pulling off
sticky sheets, pouring
laundry powders
showering in melancholy
Why do you always have to cry
Why does he not know
Are you melancholy
No, the world is rosy
my path paved with gold
Your moods still swing
Really? You fool
I hadn't noticed my tears
Maybe one of the holistic powders
Perhaps a new lover
You look pale
I am nauseous
Maybe if I cover you
If you climb on me I will spray you with Mace
Remember when we lied in the beach grasses
That was not me you idiot! Probably a "fling" one
of those that didn't mean anything - you, with the
technique and romance of a stray tom cat!
of those that didn't mean anything - you, with the
technique and romance of a stray tom cat!
I love these erotic moments don't you?
Who says this?
I like the second one better, despite the grouchy telling off! Were you telling lies in the beach grasses, or did you lay there? I like the humour. The first poem, while the scenario is similar, is very sad.
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DeleteShe couldn't have lied as it was not she that lay
DeleteOn his part , neither grammar nor lovemaking his forte
Neither autobiographic by the way:)
Goodnight :)
"It Always Began Like This," such a sad tale of disappointment and unrequited love. I especially liked your use of repetition. Well done!
ReplyDeletehaha...I hope that was this morning! I like first one...the refrain, and the 'after images' at the laundry!
ReplyDeleteI adore #2, Pearl. Like what Viv said, the first is sad and doesn't seem special.
ReplyDeleteI liked them both! Just the idea of (hidden in tall beach grasses....sand dunes and sun...)
ReplyDeleteMy favorite is the first, but the second is so original, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteI like them both, too, Pearl. Washing melancholy out in the laundry...makes sense to me.
ReplyDeleteI like them both, but particularly the second one.
ReplyDeleteI loved the lines:
ReplyDeleteand dizzying swing over
like a reckless child over
soft sweet grasses
in an endless field
I really appreciated the image and the layers of the image, the repetition of "over"...thanks for both the poems.
I like the first one best also, but the second one is certainly excellent. Well done, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteIt always sounds like this...great piece plus one! And you just continue to roll.
ReplyDeleteAww Walt - your stopping by and comments mean a great deal to me :). Thank you.
DeleteWonderful poems, Dr. P. The first one totally captured me. `showering in melancholy'
ReplyDeleteDeeply emotive write. Quite good.
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