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échos silencieux

and I met him in the attic,
drapes were stirring in
a breezeless whisper;
my soul shuddered.

and twice this happened,
damn…  I still go up there
and I kneel down,
melting in his spirit.

and the attic, the attic,
drunk, a place to go
and strip naked of
regrets.

and I’ll know for sure,
desperately waiting,
asking him to take
me, a third time.

 

 

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  • SteveS gold member
    May 12

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    I love this. A nice picture you have painted. "drapes were stirring in a breezeless whisper" ...super.


  • melphleg gold member
    May 8
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    A haunting piece with some sexual overtones. Nicely done, my friend.

  • The power of the incubus (or of the succubus for that matter) is in the intrinsic desire for carnal release. The most mythical part of interaction with such spirits is that there are victims. That such beings are evil is the lie promulgated by those who would control us through guilt. We are victims only when made to feel guilty about the existence and satisfaction of our natural desires. Better to go to the incubus than to engage in dangerous promiscuity or adulterous affairs.


  • pranj
    May 3
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    The poems great, as usual, so very great!

  • amera you are a brillant Poetess,

    i so admire your write, and this

    one is truly amazing leaving me in the

    dust lol, but I dont mind i sit back in awe of you

     

    my sweet friend,

     

    Love and blessings

     

    Rend

     

  • mystery soul

    strange love it is ...lovely woven mystery of the soul,
    inspires

  • WHOA!


  • Legend silver member
    May 2

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    How do you manage to weave eroticism into a spiritual piece? i don't know(maybe it is this mind of mine)free verse is not always something i enjoy.You have the ability to make me think twice about it
    Excellent

  • So if 'he' takes you then you would get out of learning, as you would know it all.

    Sharp haunting write,


  • Swangrnv gold member
    May 1

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    my goodness..

    this is amazing, and very surreal..love the imagery
    it 'feels' haunting..loved this my sweet friend..


  • Cup-a-Joe
    May 1

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    I have said it before, but you kick @ss at free verse. I want to go to the attic.

    Joe


  • malmadre gold member
    May 1
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    You keep us coming back for more too.


  • maralisa silver member
    May 1

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    aw a great write I realy like this amera good luck in the contestmaralisa

  • excellent expression

    This is a very mysterious and eerie mood creating poem.
    You express this experience so well here, and I also like the repeating of the word attic.
    The last stanza is a perfect ending to your poem.

    Good luck in this contest!

    Jeannette

  • Purposefully veiled, good.

    I like the way you've repeated "The attic, the attic..." to echo and also repeat how many times you've been there.
    You know what they say, "The third time you'll be charmed." (or something to that effect.)

  • Your FV moves ever onward. You have written a delicious tale that works on several levels, with a special gift half hidden in it for the contest holder too

    Superb stuff!

    Jeff

  • Fantastic. What a jam-packed FV, full of meaning. You managed to say a whole lot between the lines, too! Standing ovations.

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