I liked him better virgin:
an olive on a toothpick
in the martini glass we call our
studio. The flushed pit is extra
red this way, slowly protruding,
manifesting his art as his
outer garments swell with the
feeling filtering through fingers.

I want to reach out to him,
touch his cheek and tell him it's
okay, he doesn't have to fill the room
with spirits, just him being here is
enough, with all he has to lay before
the board.

Suddenly he turns to face me
- Did I touch him? -
and the look on his face says it
all: he came here to escape, to run
away, and if not for the vodka,
what would be the point?

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Critiques always welcome.

Lady of the Night

what would be the point?

Exactly, I like this one Lady, good job.


Les

Lady,

You continue the ability to take an image or metaphor and allow your audience such rich access to the its allegorical 'truth.'

Thanks for coming back,

Peter

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Thank you both. It's great to be back. I've written very little since I left, and quality has gone downhill. Much of my more recent work is more ranting, or unfeeling. This particular piece was written sometime in early '09.

Critiques always welcome.

Lady of the Night

People often accept some parts of themselves and reject others. This is certainly appropriate. But what if their judgement of these things is wrong, if they respond inappropriately to the situations?

Not quite seeing your application here. Good questions and observation, but what's the relation to the poem/discussion? Or is it unrelated and you're just striking up conversation? Which would be fine.

Your opinion of your work on the previous reply. Let's imagine for a moment that one can reject or nurture certain impulses, thoughts, emotions, behaviors. That this ability and practice are natural and necessary. But that doing so can cause one to encourage self destructive behavior and suppress productive behavior if done improperly. Point, think carefully before you act in these matters.

I understand the weight of your words more than you know. Unfortunately, I don't know how to stop because part of me doesn't believe them.

Then I've found myself a student, haven't I? Now if you're sign on the dotted line, destiny and soul, we'll begin.

Business to attend to, I'll return to this conversation in a week.

Very nice poem, Meg! I absolutely love how you opened this piece. It's neat coming back here and being able to see how you (and others) have grown over the years. Not to say you were ever lacking maturity. Anyways, I hope all is well.