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Thank you, ariel, faholo
posted by
faholo
on October 2, 2006 at 2:16 PM
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Tio David
Nope, like all my poetry, doggerel, catterel, cowerel, it was inspired by, and dedicated to Erato.
el Tel
posted by
ariel70
on October 2, 2006 at 8:27 AM
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Nautikos
Hmm ... coulda bin a bit of a letdown, eh? Like forgetting her birthday. Ouch!
el Tel
posted by
ariel70
on October 2, 2006 at 8:25 AM
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Pat_B
Phew! Sounds like you need a double Scotch! Or a cold shower!
It's a man thing, you know. I guess most women prefer laughter lines on a man's lived-in face than big pecs and bulging thighs. Mind you, I s'pose a hefty wallet helps LOL
el Tel
posted by
ariel70
on October 2, 2006 at 8:23 AM
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I don't know, El Tel,
if it's just me, or if the romantic poets got carried away a bit. All those words in praise of alabaster arms and blushing cheeks, lips like roses -- I think the most thrilling line I ever heard was "C'mere, Baby, I've got some lovin' for you." I've never written lines lingering on a lover's shoulder muscle or the lean tendons in his neck, the curve of his head, or the strongly muscled calves, trunking powerful thighs... excuse me, I need a drink of water.
posted by
Pat_B
on October 2, 2006 at 6:54 AM
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Tel, you've made nautikos into Naughty Kos!
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on October 2, 2006 at 5:51 AM
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ariel,
since .Dave has already used the 'M' word and hence made it impossible for me to do so, I shall use the 'T' word, as in Terryfic!
And as I sat here at my desk declaiming, since I can never resist reading poetry aloud, my lady, in an adjacent room heard me through the open door; and, having some reason to assume that I was addressing her, did so assume; and by the time that misunderstanding had been corrected, there were smiles...
posted by
Nautikos
on October 2, 2006 at 5:46 AM
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Ey up, Tel.
Interesting notes on 'New Eyes Syndrome'. Better doesn't ever get best, it's true, but I feel that a piece has to be abandoned at some point. It might not be finished as such, but it has to be let loose on the world in an unchangeable state. This is easy if you get published on paper, as that's the letting-go point, but not so easy in the blogging world, when we can rework 'published' work.
The poem is Marvell-ous. To which coy mistress, I wonder. Poetry herself, perhaps?
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on October 2, 2006 at 3:27 AM
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I liked it...
posted by
mneme
on October 2, 2006 at 3:12 AM
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It's perfect. I like the idea of reworking pieces from the distant past.
posted by
babe_rocks
on October 1, 2006 at 2:07 PM
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I love it! It's quite lovely!
An eloquent verse....
posted by
Passionflower
on October 1, 2006 at 10:52 AM
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