Saturday, April 23, 2011

In the Arena

Is the old way out?
in this way only is
romance about
the way I love you

I can sense you in the area
on a sign outside where
the gates to the ocean open
lay the earth behind my blinds

A wedding bell chimes
the lull to be kept in
pursuing a hope without gradually
caring whatever that means
growing within love
in the beginning
dreaming there is no left there

Squeezed by her legs
and pressed into the sun
a place a home
the earth behind
my blinds
opening the floodgates of an ocean.


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11 comments:

Linda said...

imho, this is one of your very best RC.
Beautiful!
just the right touch of risque...

rivercat said...

thnx Linda, i tried something different here and wrote something after reading some of the blogs.
the best part is ididnt change much!

inspired by this poem

roseanna2u said...

I like this too, and that blog is really good. <3

Whatever said...

I didn't see this last night.
It is perfect.
You are a great writer!

Psycho Babbling Basher said...

excellent! I see growth here!

rivercat said...

thnx roseanna, i agree and your site is great too! <3
hi whatever, although i dont have much confidence in my writing, i appreciate nice comments like that and am happy when you like what i write. Your writings fill me with wonder and I love them all. I wish I could express better how they make me feel. <3
HiPBB, thnx ,both your blogs are amazing and I always look forward to reading them and attempting to make a sensible response comment! <3

juniper said...

ajhfak.

yes.

god.

i love this.
so, so much.

am speechless. <3

zonedin said...

I keep getting hung up on the "squeezed by her legs" part. I'm blushing but don't know if i should be?

rivercat said...

hi juniper, thnx so much for the nice comment. Youre a goddess of words, thoughts, and formatting text and always inspire me! <3

Hi zoned, yes and no, the sun rays are her legs too, and I got that from a legend about capturing the sun so it would be more accommodating. Althought the florida sun is kind of malignant, i still love it, even though I dont go to the beach as much as I used to. All that said, It is as much about both kinds of warmth as one and not just individually ( if that makes any sense)





sun snare "legs of the sun" polynesian legend


I think youd like this if you havent read it ... I remember a long time ago post on creation from your blog, and I liked that because I didnt know much about taht one <3

Anna Sergi said...

A difficult one this one.
I sense the real climax here
'pursuing a hope without gradually
caring whatever that means
growing within love
in the beginning
dreaming there is no left there '

dreaming there is no left there...this is ambitious.

Anonymous said...

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