It was clearly a dream.
I am still breathing.
My head shook from side to side.
Twisted pearl earrings,
encased in knotted hair
found in the morning light.
The veins pumped hard as a
chill slithered down my neck.
It crawled across my shoulder,
and traced my clavicle. My
nipples were easily taut.
My body started to ache and quake.
Like the urgency of a drowning man,
I was gurgling and gasping for air,
then I tried to speak.
I looked over and there lie a
man; blissfully unaware
right next to me.
Still the words wouldn’t come.
With the sweat now trickling
I realized that I was passing
into another form of life.
Self pleasure while sleeping
deep in this wet ardent state.
Janet, congratulations on becoming the first Authors Den Book published. I'm envious!...yet proud. You deserve it. Your work is clear and well written. I can see that you too write from the heart. Good going!
First Janet, many many blessings on your first AUTHORS DEN BOOK!
Double Wow! You are most deserving my sistah. . .
As I read this poem in particular, I too have felt similar post-dream state feelings in rare instances when I am either flying, running, and "engaged." And if I don't write the words quickly, (like most creators commanded by muse may agree), fleeting thoughts becomes cosmic dust for the next dreamcatcher.
Keep dreaming big dreams and build the catchers to never miss a one.
blessin's,
cynth'ya lewis reed
you are so honest in your work as well as moving...
and you paint with words or bring us right within the experience, wondering and hurting, a little, than waking and still...
I wish I had the words, this is so damned gut/heart honest & just know you have a gift so well worth sharing, and please, hope you know that to envy your 'way', Poet, is a compliment...in awe, at times, humbled at others, and again, here...this was so well, just YOU GO, WOMAN!
As I've said previously, Janet Caldwell's work leaves me simply
"breathless." Janet, Is it appropriate to say that your words
create in a me a complete mental and spirtual orgasm? (Do I feel
yet another poem coming on?).
Jeff Mason
Reviewed by Cindy Burch (Reader)
Reviewed on October 11, 2003
You had me in one place and took me to another. Perfect.
I see that you are still putting out top quality material. Keep up the impressive prose! You are truly one of the gifted few in this world. Thank you for sharing your creative mind with us!
The direction you took this on was so out-of-world-reality-like that it hit home. I loved the weaving of this.
Amor
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on October 4, 2003
Dear Janet.. erotica comes in bushels.. must weed through to find the true 'goodies'.. sigh, but you rise to the top.. you come at this from an entirely new angle and it shines.. there's melancholy, there's rawness tempered with tender reality. How clever you are to blend the surreal with the very recognizable real! I've been away too.. it's lovely to read you again. love, katy xox.
First and Third Stanza make me think of illness but then you blow me away at the end! Powerful write! Talk to me when you can,ok? I need your eaddress again I believe. I shall look for it.
Janet,Nice poem and very descriptive! I thought you might be having a seizure or something! Interesting twist at the end!
Reviewed by Susan Cook-Jahme (Reader)
Reviewed on October 1, 2003
Great descriptions here Janet - great work, as usual :0)
Reviewed by Woman Words (Reader)
Reviewed on October 1, 2003
this has a gorgeous edge to it...you couldn't have described these sensations any better
Reviewed by Transcendental Poet (Reader)
Reviewed on October 1, 2003
Wonderful descriptions..it can be anatomy of fear, as you say "chill slithered down my neck"..it can be a dream as many wrote :)..
it can be ..well..as the second last stanza suggests..something more elusive!
I think author keeps reader guessing for a complete consistent picture. Marvelous piece, which challenges reader for more reads..
TY, Justin
WOW Janet! Very tight descriptions and that ending..........BAM-instant chills. Clever and just pulls one right out of the original thoughts. Like BAM! You did it again ma'am! Love the power in your work.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
Double Wow! You are most deserving my sistah. . .
As I read this poem in particular, I too have felt similar post-dream state feelings in rare instances when I am either flying, running, and "engaged." And if I don't write the words quickly, (like most creators commanded by muse may agree), fleeting thoughts becomes cosmic dust for the next dreamcatcher.
Keep dreaming big dreams and build the catchers to never miss a one.
blessin's,
cynth'ya lewis reed
and you paint with words or bring us right within the experience, wondering and hurting, a little, than waking and still...
I wish I had the words, this is so damned gut/heart honest & just know you have a gift so well worth sharing, and please, hope you know that to envy your 'way', Poet, is a compliment...in awe, at times, humbled at others, and again, here...this was so well, just YOU GO, WOMAN!
love and peace,
m.
"breathless." Janet, Is it appropriate to say that your words
create in a me a complete mental and spirtual orgasm? (Do I feel
yet another poem coming on?).
Jeff Mason
lol
ahhhh
lol
i am smiling!
A
excellent
enjoyed so much
William
~Jackie~
Amor
o, this is fantastic--one of your best
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :) a keeper for my den! :)
~Chrissie
Sara
<smiling>
Have missed ya!
x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x
man; blissfully unaware
right next to me.
Still the words wouldn’t come.
With the sweat now trickling
I realized that I was passing
into another form of life.
Self pleasure while sleeping
deep in this wet ardent state.
Got me.. Hook line and sinker... BRAVO!!
Taylor
"With the sweat now trickling
I realized that I was passing
into another form of life."
Sucked me right in to...surrealism.
:)
Love Tinka
it can be ..well..as the second last stanza suggests..something more elusive!
I think author keeps reader guessing for a complete consistent picture. Marvelous piece, which challenges reader for more reads..
TY, Justin
TRASK
Thank You,
Emilie
....lol at Alex Nodopaka..the earrings ;)
Sometimes dreams come to us voluntarily. We have no control over it.
Wonderful write!
Sandie Angel :o)