Write me. Come on, I know you want to. I lay here, open and exposed, vunerable to the touch of your pen. Let your meter stimulate me; let your rhyme cover me like your hand covers my breast - I'll die a thousand deaths, if only you'll honor me with the beauty of your verse ... I dare you to give into temptation and write me.
Your invitation captures,
sooths my pens raptures.
Stimulates my poetic nature,
can't resist this feature.
You put me on the clock,
my pens as hard as a rock.
Don't want this explosion to stop,
I'm about to pop.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
God Bless
Michelle!
Love Tinka
love and peace to you...
Carole
;-) Eileen
the finest paper......
Love your write my friend. Very creative karla..
With love,
YF......Ron
Sage
Your invitation captures,
sooths my pens raptures.
Stimulates my poetic nature,
can't resist this feature.
You put me on the clock,
my pens as hard as a rock.
Don't want this explosion to stop,
I'm about to pop.
Boommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
G
Felix
Paul;-)