I still remember
the candle light flickering
across your skin
making valleys of shadow
play on your chest and
down the planes of your stomach
I still remember
dancing for you in
that light, that half-dark
as I shed my clothes
baring golden flesh
swaying in and out of shadows
I still remember
your heated touch
pulling me into your embrace
worshipping my gentle curves
stroking down my body
tasting of me
I still remember
the way you made love
fingers splayed in my hair
lips roaming my neck
pulling me close
as we slipped into oblivion
I still remember
but I'll never go back
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Reviewed by Robert Fullerton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2005
Some times, I just don't know what to say..but it doesn't mean I didn't the tale.
Good read, Danielle, Thank you...Bob
Sounds like a good enough reason to go back to me, might as well get all you can when you are young, for when you get old, well, you will have to find out for yourself...LOL! (reading your Den page, and about your older writes etc, I think the whole problem is that you are from and still reside in Ohio...I always found it a depressing area, I have friends there still...LOL!)
Excellent write Danielle. You have proven that even though a relationship has ended, you can still remember the beauty of it. I believe there are many of us who have the same kind of memories. Only a person with a closed mind and shallow thoughts could not see the true message of this poem. Remember something for what it is worth and not what it could have been.
Oh, Danielle, exquisite! I like poetry that's in your face, frank, but also out of your face, more subtle or easier on the ear. This is the latter. Wonderful job.
To not just you, Danielle, but to any writer who posts works on the Web, ignore readers who insist on giving you morality lessons or who ASSume one needs "mental health" advice which they will freely give openly, especially if they too call themselves writers. A cardinal rule of literary criticism is to not critique according to your moral impressions. If the reader really cared or wanted to offer wisdom, he or she would write you privately with kinder words.
Sometimes a poem is just a poem. You know you've got talent, girl. I believe that well wishes and open support for trials and tribulations or good news when the poet has made it clear through notations and summaries that the poem is indeed based on his or her real life experience are usually welcomed and considered a "nice" thing to do. Otherwise, reviews should be about the craft of writing and not trying to figure out the psyche of the poet, her childhood, her love life, or whether she had fruit loops for breakfast unless the reviewer does so in jest and makes that clear.
Phillip spoke up well for both you and for dear Eileen. Perhaps sometimes as readers we react negatively to a piece just because we're having a bad hair day or maybe some of us are just having a bad hair life. ;-) Whatever! You penned a lovely poem.
A great pen Danielle. If any self centeredness is displayed within these lines it's your ability to show passion for the one you loved. I with others could care less about anothers view. Poems are supposed to be penned from the poets view. Seems to me that I detect a bit of jealousy, or maybe even remorse within these comments here. Kind of like a third grade attempt at getting back at the girl who wouldn't accept your Valentine LOL. Eileen is never one for bitter responses unless deserved. To be honest I have never read a bitter response from her. All the Ladies I've ever met in the Den are well minded, caring individuals. So whether he would even want you is like some comments. WHO CARES Take it easy
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Good read, Danielle, Thank you...Bob
Peter
To not just you, Danielle, but to any writer who posts works on the Web, ignore readers who insist on giving you morality lessons or who ASSume one needs "mental health" advice which they will freely give openly, especially if they too call themselves writers. A cardinal rule of literary criticism is to not critique according to your moral impressions. If the reader really cared or wanted to offer wisdom, he or she would write you privately with kinder words.
Sometimes a poem is just a poem. You know you've got talent, girl. I believe that well wishes and open support for trials and tribulations or good news when the poet has made it clear through notations and summaries that the poem is indeed based on his or her real life experience are usually welcomed and considered a "nice" thing to do. Otherwise, reviews should be about the craft of writing and not trying to figure out the psyche of the poet, her childhood, her love life, or whether she had fruit loops for breakfast unless the reviewer does so in jest and makes that clear.
Phillip spoke up well for both you and for dear Eileen. Perhaps sometimes as readers we react negatively to a piece just because we're having a bad hair day or maybe some of us are just having a bad hair life. ;-) Whatever! You penned a lovely poem.
Love Tinka
Chanti
blessin's 2 U Danielle,
cynth'ya lewis reed
sad that something so wonderful can turn awful...Superb poem!
(thanks for defending me, he's just a bitter man;-)