Our unofficial event photographer has submitted the kind of thought you think on a hammock in the shade sipping a lemonade on a hot summer’s day. It seems we all want to do it again…What’s wrong with getting it right the first time? But, then AGAIN, there is always an encore performance especially when romance is revolved–oops!–I mean INvolved!
WHAT IF YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO DO IT AGAIN?
by Valentina
What if you said…
You wanted to do it all again….
Would you…..
What if you said you wanted another chance….
Would it make your life
Seem enhanced….
Would you hold on to the thrill and the joy of
Romance….
Would you make it
High on your list…
Would you realize the importance of being kissed…
The warm embrace..
The glow on her face..
Two hearts beating as if in a race…
A race to be loved..
Two bodies so close
They fit like a glove…
Valentina
Poem du jour
2015
About This Writer
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Thornton Sully has Jack-Londoned his way across the globe sleeping with whatever country would have him, and picking up stray stories along the way. A litter of dog-eared passports that have taken up residence in his sock drawer are a constant temptation, but, as the founder in 2009 of A Word with You Press, dedicated to helping you tell your story persuasively and with passion, it’s not likely he will stray too far from the towers that are A Word with You Press, now located in the Bohemian village of Ceske Budejovice in the Czech Republic, except, perhaps, for an occasional swim in the Aegean. Authors who have sought his advice have won major awards, including the Pulitzer Prize, the Isabel Allende Miraposa Award for new fiction, and the Best Poetry Award from San Diego Writers’ Awards.
“I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.” Thornton Sully, plagiarizing E.B. White
Ms. Valentina gives us questions which haunt the mind corridors of the romantic intended. Well, at least her poem lingers, wanders through mine with the key word being “two”, because otherwise this tangoed set of questions are for naught. The word which most readers will relate to, but I find foreign is “race”. For a tango can be quick lively steps and yet a deep, frozen dipping as well.
My personal answer dear poet is that I have no desire to initiate anything in romance again and yet given the incompleteness of my last kiss during this lifetime would welcome the last half from the other who did not kiss me back.
This poem embraced my mind more as thorns with memories of petaled lips, so I do highly critique it and because I will read it several times over and over, I thank you for such a published poem.
Poetry is my favorite form of writing, so this one is definitely my favorite so far.
This flows like a foxtrot. It’s very visual. Not just the images, but the actual kinetic typography. The rhyme is overt but not obnoxious or rigid, and the question is framed beautifully. This poem could’ve included much more, but was ‘ladylike’ and didn’t gild the lily. It was a buzzing bee of a read.
https://youtu.be/J7E-aoXLZGY
I posted a comment about this days ago… perhaps the censors cut it out. Le suck! Your poetry reads slow, slow, quick-quick, slow… like a foxtrot with the hiccup kickstep…