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On the joys of sharing a dorm room
The whisper of skin on skin-
Lines of moonlight cast
through the blinds
tickling the curve of her back-
The fragrance of beer,
cigarettes and latex.
I don’t think they can see the scowl
as I put in the earplugs.
This was a response to Carolee’s prompt to “watch” something we’re not supposed to see. Incidentally, at the top of the window in which I worked on this I had typed: “GAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! I cannot think in verse!” Check out the other people who have taken a look!
Note: I’ve never shared a dorm room nor watched anyone else have sex. One of the joys of the arts is imagining situations. “Write what you know” can be rather limiting sometimes.
“The fragrance of beer, / cigarettes and latex.” I love when a poet can get the whole world in a line or two. Well done.
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Beautifully compact evocation!
Lirone’s last blog post: Song of fragility from http://www.wordsthatsing.wordpress.com
My favorite line is “the smell of beer, cigarettes, and latex, but the whole poem is spot on. I understand the need for a disclaimer, I wrote one too, although I try not to confuse the artist with the art. :-)
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Like others, the beer line is spot on. It encapsulates the scene perfectly. This is has the greatest impact.
what a great place to take this prompt!!! very creative.
carolee’s last blog post: is poetry ruining your social life? from http://www.polkadotwitch.wordpress.com
Thanks, everyone, for taking the time to read and/or comment here. It is appreciated.
The beer line went through several revisions, so I’m glad people enjoy it. It’s interesting, to me, the creative process. Half-finishing a line, deleting, rewriting, etc. until the line is finished (for the moment) and ushered out to the world. I don’t know how anyone else writes, or for that matter how I write. Is that normal, to pick apart each line as you go? Or do most people wait until the whole poem is written?