This poem is a revelation of "making love" from woman's perspective. Intoxicated with desire plus prowess he overwhelms her without taking her desire or suffering into consideration. The hurt and may be also humiliation that she suffers is usually not shared with any one. How can love ooze out in this situation unless as the poet suggested tenderness and caring for her body, mind and soul is practiced when he is in her?
Having not even logged onto the site for a very long time, I am very pleased that I did so otherwise I would not have known to thank you for your perceptive reading of my poem. Though I wrote it a very long time ago I did not need to re-read it to remember it well. I wanted to cause the reader to wonder whether the female lover was experiencing pleasure or was indeed being abused. As you so rightly gleaned, the final lines expose that she was a most willing participant in the love making. Thank you very much for taking the time to read my poem and send me your review. I appreciate it. Blue Pixel
This poem is short but is loaded with feelings and search for someone to share the experience of being alive and living. The expression of 'suffering alone', inquiring if someone is out there with her/him but invisible and asking for the company of some body even anybody depicts the deepest state of isolation and the innermost desire for sharing with somebody who can make a change. That could be a compassionate living person or an imagined one like God.
This is a nice example of phenomena on move, the sun is going down and moving away from the sight while the kayak is also moving away signaling the passing of time. The golden rays of the sun is the only connection between these two seemingly independent phenomena. Nicely succinctly put together as well as decorated with a beautiful sunset scene.
This is a short but sweet poem about the imaginary immersion of moon into the sea as if she is taking a bath or trying to take a nap inside its vast expanse. However, its illumination betrays its sojourn. Beautifully written with rhymes to be even sung by children.
A very nice description of the relationship between a father and a son. The relation is sometimes strained either due to cultural restraint on a father to show tender emotion towards a son or because of the big hope he has for his future and hence a strict upbringing to groom him to be best of the best. Beneath all these the love persists like a subterranean stream.
This is a very nice short poem about the introduction of spring by the fragrance of the lilac flowers. Thanks to the availability of early, mid and late varieties, the fragrance of lilac can introduce spring as it springs forward in the span of number of weeks. As the bushes are larger in size with large inflorescence, in the presence of mild breeze its fragrance can infuse the air for much longer distance than the roses sweetening the scent of the spring. What can be a better way to be introduced? Spring! You are so lucky!
The poem expresses the deep love the author has for his daughter, as a matter of fact, for all the children who have been not defined as 'normal'. The essence of living is shared anyway but with some special needs sometimes. The human spirit is live and brightly displayed in their activities and a willingness to express themselves in various activities and creative expose. It is the obligation of 'normal' to accept and treasure all human beings as precious creation.
This is a vivid description of a life that a runaway girl experiences. Human hypocrisy replaces human compassion and divine nature. The life of an innocent girl is changed for ever. But like the tar that liquifies in intense heat also later solidifies to have a feature of its own, the soul of the innocent girl could get its original serenity and beauty back in a nourishing environment.
Thank you reading and reviewing my poem. Yes. Being on the streets was the safest I had ever felt when I ran away from "home". One day when I was on the streets I was watching them fix the ruts and holes. and it always made me feel like that. like I can be strong, and flexible, and that nothing is permanent, also though, that I was very fractured. but... time and work heals... most anyway. Nightmares and flashbacks come in waves, and when they come, they crash hard... but then I write.
Thank you for all your comments. I appreciate them. You understand far too much of this... usually this kind of understanding only comes from similar roads.
This is an amazing insight into the childhood of a girl, who suffered silently the abuses which scarred her for life. The world appeared alien to her, people more like demons than like gods, with no sense of compassion or care.