Tag: Passion

Common Language – Flash Fiction

Common Language

Her early morning beach walk cleared the lingering fog in her head.  Remnants of heady passion from the night before were hard to shake off. 

Surprised to see him when she had opened her eyes.   Sunlight shining on his bronzed body.  She’d half expected him to have left without a word.  She panicked slightly, and pulled on her shirt slipping silently out the door.

She sat studying the clouds.

“There you are” she heard a voice say 

She turned.  He was walking along the damp sand towards her.  

“Why did you leave?” he asked. His voice slightly accented.

“Just looking for familiar objects in these clouds.”  she answered without thinking.

“But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter against the blue cloth of the sky”, he said.

“Clouds speak in the universal language”, her voice a little husky. “Don’t you know that?”

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Merril is hosting D’Verse Poets Prosery Monday and has prompted us with ‘Clouds’.
We are to use the following lines:

“But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter
Against the blue cloth of the sky”

–from “Clouds” by Constance Urdang

Prosery is a piece of flash fiction no ,longer than 144 words, excluding the title.

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The Eyes Have It





crop man with blue eyes gazing at camera
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The Eyes Have It

Your face attractive
with faint lines
of wear and character
but your eyes
are spellbinding
Magnetizing
Drawing me into
their deep limpid
pools of azure
I surrender willingly
to your hypnotic gaze
for there I might find
the answers to
my own destiny
Where will you take me?
Will I stay long
or will I just drown
in your watery lagoon?

 
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All Rights Reserved

Mish is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has
prompted us with "Eyes"

Color Me Hot

Color Me Hot

Erotic blue lust
sparks white-hot
volts of tingling
silver thoughts
into the mind
of sexual fantasy
Climbing fiery
red heights
of painted passion
Exploding mosaics
coloring me in
a thousand different
pieces of rainbow
sensations   
Falling aimlessly 
into aquamarine
pools of tranquility
Cooling jets
Until
mellow-yellow
my mood
 
 
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All Rights Reserved

Grace is hosting D'Verse poets tonight and has
prompted us as follows:

The writing challenge: Today we will write about color from the perspective of a synesthete. Pick one color or several colors. Create your own Dictionary of Color. All sounds have color. The alphabet has color. Days of the week have color. Each day has a color and a certain shape.

Word Prompt

Paint– RDP

More Than a Kiss – Poem of the Month – October 2020

More Than a Kiss

You held my hand
as we walked 
Hummingbirds hovered
by bougainvillea
tumbling over
whitewashed walls
Sun tingling
tanned skin
As we stopped to kiss
a lightheadedness
from shared wine
released inhibitions 
You pulled me closer to you
Biting my lip
knowing I wanted more
Loving,
clawing, scratching
at the air
in silent screams
Desires sated
as light rain
showered
surprised
entwined bodies
Cooling
heated passions
Leaving our footprints
on parched sidewalks
The day turned sultry
as we resumed
our walk in silence
Introspective
Both knowing
more of what
was still to come
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse

Word Prompts
Loving - Word of the Day
Footprint - RDP
Introspective - FOWC

Passion

Passion

In the glorious, burning
splendor of deep lust
are passion-filled nights
Overpowering and exciting
where all reason is lost
in wondrous heights
 
Touching and stroking
Delighting in exploring
mind-blowing ecstasy
Sweating and gasping
Caution to the winds
Screaming out helplessly
 
The slow, delicious descent
from the euphoric state
is a journey of gratification
Until lain crumpled and spent
in the forgotten ashes of
intimacy and adulteration

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Grace at D'Verse Poets has a guest
host tonight Sanaa Rizvi and she has
prompted us with Erotica.
I have reworked an old poem from 2019 and
I stayed with the rhyming format

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Inner Glow

Inner Glow

An inner glow reflected
from the sky’s evening light
Burning inside with passionate
scarlets and golden threads
woven in sheer delight

Love is fiery and blazing 
A hot bed of inexplicable desire
Warming from embers refusing
to die in the ashes
of a heart’s perpetual fire

Painted across the evening sky
a canvas of erotic dreams
Artistic in its portrayal
Deep and rich with shades
and in twilight it gleams


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo
Glow

Disconnection

Disconnection

Passion reaching a dizzying height
Stars bursting in the sultry night
Two entwined bodies
glistening with sweat
Each one breathlessly spent
 
Slipping back into the forgotten gown
The temperature starting to come down
Escaping into the darkness of night
Hoping to forget all
By morning’s first light
 
He had excited her like no one before
Carrying her gently across the floor
Thrilling her with each caress
Murmuring softly
Easing her body from that dress
 
Reluctant to leave, her feet made of clay
Never had she felt this way
The connection she felt was strong
She watched him sleeping
Deep down knowing it would be wrong
 
At the door with one final glance
Did she dare take a chance? 
Fly away now
Best to be gone
After all, he is just another John
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

DVerse Open Link Night hosed tonight by Grace

Word Prompts:

Passion

Temperature

Kingdom

Kingdom

He dominated his kingdom
As a true ruler never should
playing dominoes with servants
whenever he could

Although his indomitable skill
Preceded him in the land
His Dominican queen
could never understand

As head of the domicile
She banned it by demand
His passion for a stupid game
So random and unplanned

Her boredom was of the play
That never tested his skills
Just a game of luck she said
You should work on the treasury bill

Pressured by the queen’s wisdom
Which was pure omniscience
He finally let the dominoes fall
Terrified of her malificence

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Linda G Hill’s Stream of Conciousness Saturday – words that include ”dom”

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Escape To Solace

Energized by your appearance
Seduced by your presence
Captured by your perseverance
Awakened by your caress
Passion aroused with your finesse
Excellence achieved by your experience

Taken by your curiosity
Overwhelmed with your generosity

Surrounding me with perfection
Overpowering me with your protection
Luring me to that special place
Astounding me with your charms
Carrying me in your arms
Escaping to the quantum of solace

Christine Bolton

This was my first attempt at an Acrostic poem. Hope you enjoyed it!

Word of the Day Challenge: Solace

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Looking For The Other Half

The Word of The Day Challenge for June 17 is Moiety. Admittedly I had to look this one up, but I’m thankful to learn its meaning.  It’s definition according to Merriman-Webster’s dictionary is “Moiety: one of two equal parts – Half” It reminded me of a Plato allegory that I discovered some years ago and instantly loved. It’s a beautiful story and worth the read. Here is a brief synopsis of the lengthy document I found on theconversation.com with some links to the Symposium if you are interested.

“In the beginning, humans were androgynous. So says Aristophanes in his fantastical account of the origins of love in Plato’s Symposium. Not only did early humans have both sets of sexual organs, Aristophanes reports, but they were outfitted with two faces, four hands, and four legs. These monstrosities were very fast – moving by way of cartwheels – and they were also quite powerful. So powerful, in fact, that the gods were nervous for their dominion. Wanting to weaken the humans, Zeus, Greek king of Gods, decided to cut each in two, and commanded his son Apollo “to turn its face…towards the wound so that each person would see that he’d been cut and keep better order.” If, however, the humans continued to pose a threat, Zeus promised to cut them again – “and they’ll have to make their way on one leg, hopping!” The severed humans were  a miserable lot, Aristophanes says. “[Each] one longed for its other half, and so they would throw their arms about each other, weaving themselves together, wanting to grow together.” Finally, Zeus, moved by pity, decided to turn their sexual organs to the front, so they might achieve some satisfaction in embracing.”

I find this story very romantic.  For those of us who believe in soulmates and two halves making a whole, this allegory would seem to confirm our thoughts.  I found it buried in a self-help relationship book that someone had recommended to me.  I felt better instantly because I always had an indescribable feeling my whole life that something was missing.  As if I were limping through life with only one leg. For fear of sounding dramatic, the book, and Plato’s allegory, changed my way of thinking about life and the universe.  We waste too much time searching for the wrong things and not realizing that it is us who hinder our own progress.   I hope you enjoyed this. Christine Bolton Word of the day Challenge: Moiety Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

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