pillow talk
sam@home
It is the sweetest kind of conversation,
after making love to talk and touch.
It's not what's said as much
as where it's said.
It is the bed itself
that seems to speak
not from a need or want it must fulfill
but just the pleasure of our lying still
and talking while we wait to fall asleep.
sam
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Steve Layton
Same sort of drift and lilt that I was reading on the bus this morning.
I like what you're playing with in the structure of this one.
~Steve Layton
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sam@home wrote in message <7n3bpd$8...@edrn.newsguy.com>...
carmen
This is wonderful, sam.
carmen
Mop
Mop
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<sam@home> wrote in message news:7n3bpd$8...@edrn.newsguy.com...
sarah spears
ho-hum. I think all men should go to the School of Sam: specializing in
romance and verbal massage..what a world that would be, you could put John
Gray out of business..;o)
regards,
Sarah
sam@home wrote in message <7n3bpd$8...@edrn.newsguy.com>...
sam@home
>
>Wow, Sam! if Robert Frost had gone semi-erotic, this would have been it!
>Same sort of drift and lilt that I was reading on the bus this morning.
>I like what you're playing with in the structure of this one.
>
>~Steve Layton
>
I like Frost too.
sam
>
>..............
sam@home
>
>Yes.
>This is wonderful, sam.
>
>carmen
>
sam
sam@home
>
>sweet
>
>Mop
Thanks, Mop.
sam
>
>--
>June's Guest Poet: Dale Houstman
>June's Feature: The Popol Vuh Translations
>http://www.go-get.co.uk/gopoems/
>
>Tony Hoffman interview & AAPC FAQ
>http://www.go-get.co.uk/gopoems/aapc
>
>
><sam@home> wrote in message news:7n3bpd$8...@edrn.newsguy.com...
sam@home
>
>beautiful and sweet, sam. If only life was always as perfect as art,
>ho-hum. I think all men should go to the School of Sam: specializing in
>romance and verbal massage..what a world that would be, you could put John
>Gray out of business..;o)
>
>regards,
>Sarah
Thanks, Sarah.
Life is far more perfect than art.
Life is what art strives to touch.
sam
>sam@home wrote in message <7n3bpd$8...@edrn.newsguy.com>...
Nihilnovum
While he was reading
she was experimenting with pillows, drapes, folding
and unfolding her life's pop-up book.
His inertia tumbled infinitely toward noon.
She was abandoning the abstract:
tables and chairs, tables and chairs
he hummed, but she would not accompany him.
He wished that she was naked. She glared
busy rearranging the window.
He suggested a view of the chicken farm
their illustrious, refugee velocity
somehow comforted him.
"But the colors are all wrong," she said.
How could he argue? Renegade chickens
ran headless through his mind, falling to earth
like great feathered comets smiling with exhaustion.
The cosmic debris was everywhere.
"D. H. Lawrence said that Cezanne's apples
were more important than Plato's ideas,"
she said, and he put down the book.
He had a theory, a small one he always carried with him:
is it really necessary that there be something
rather than nothing? Picasso said if you see nothing
use black.
She stamped her foot, "At the least sight of blood
and you go catatonic."
Nihil
amantes sunt amentes
Nihilnovum
was posting mine... I'm still new. Now I'm obliged to comment: hell, it's
obvious my pillow talk fails where yours succeeds. Can you suggest any
books on marriage that could help me out? Actually, it's a lost cause-- I
just got served papers. And I don't mean manuscripts.
Bravo, I say, for keeping the rhyme to a minimum. And that's just about
right about Frost, making an external thing speak for an internal thing
("Window Tree") but his marriage I don't think ever had a "sweet"
conversation.
Jerry Jenkins
Jerry
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<sam@home> wrote in message news:7n3bpd$8...@edrn.newsguy.com...
sam@home
>
>i really like the rhythm and flow of this one, sam. nicely done.
>
>kate
Thanks, kate.
sam
Steve Layton
There are a few places that don't quite hang together:
..........
>His inertia tumbled infinitely toward noon.
[I'm not sure I can like this line, even if I really want to.]
..........
>He wished that she was naked. She glared
> busy rearranging the window.
["glared/busy?"]
>He suggested a view of the chicken farm
[Big yank on perspective; just lost my bearings.]
> their illustrious, refugee velocity
> somehow comforted him.
["illustrious"?]
.........
> The cosmic debris was everywhere.
[lose "cosmic".]
.........
>she said, and he put down the book.
["she said"?....I can't quite picture her saying the preceding, in the
context of what you've written.]
.........
>She stamped her foot, "At the least sight of blood
> and you go catatonic."
[lose either "At" or "and".]
..............
These...
>She was abandoning the abstract:
> tables and chairs, tables and chairs
>he hummed, but she would not accompany him.
*
>"But the colors are all wrong," she said.
>How could he argue?
*
>He had a theory, a small one he always carried with him:
> is it really necessary that there be something
> rather than nothing? Picasso said if you see nothing
> use black.
...are wonderful.
~Steve Layton
http://www.geocities.com/~dalgas/
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Nihilnovum wrote in message <7n4o23$m$1...@nntp2.atl.mindspring.net>...
unicorn
Bonnie
Blaine A. Peters
I like this. (i think.) See some comments below.
In article <7n4o23$m$1...@nntp2.atl.mindspring.net>,
"Nihilnovum" <nihil...@excite.com> wrote:
> Cezanne's Apples
>
> While he was reading
> she was experimenting with pillows, drapes, folding
I like this.
> and unfolding her life's pop-up book.
But not this.
> His inertia tumbled infinitely toward noon.
I like this line.
> She was abandoning the abstract:
> tables and chairs, tables and chairs
> he hummed, but she would not accompany him.
perfect.
> He wished that she was naked. She glared
> busy rearranging the window.
glared/busy just doesnt work.
> He suggested a view of the chicken farm
> their illustrious, refugee velocity
> somehow comforted him.
I'm confused now.
>
> "But the colors are all wrong," she said.
> How could he argue? Renegade chickens
> ran headless through his mind, falling to earth
> like great feathered comets smiling with exhaustion.
> The cosmic debris was everywhere.
Still confused.
> "D. H. Lawrence said that Cezanne's apples
> were more important than Plato's ideas,"
> she said, and he put down the book.
> He had a theory, a small one he always carried with him:
> is it really necessary that there be something
> rather than nothing? Picasso said if you see nothing
> use black.
This section is fabulous.
> She stamped her foot, "At the least sight of blood
> and you go catatonic."
this quote doesnt make sense.
>
Good luck with this piece. I hope to see a revised version.
~Blaine
>
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