by Gregg Rowe
for Christina, 1983
I can write about:
the robins
singing gaily in
the morning;
the warm
sun rays tossed
upon my face;
the golden
sand warming my
body as I lie;
the blue
water rushing in
white sparkling waves;
the mountains
capped in snow
mounted with skiers;
the dew
shining on ever-
green grass;
the moon
reaching out-
outer limits;
the train
tunnels surrounding
the darkness and unknown;
the cuddly teddy bears
surrounding your
white bedspread;
but i just can't write about you
Author notes
As I have mentioned before, I have been on both sides of the fence in my love affairs, and this is just one of the few women that Ihave dated and felt comfortable writing poetry about. We were both in college, she came from an Italian background which meant that she still stayed with her parents until she was married, so her bedroom always remained that 'little girl's' room within her family's house while I was dating her...family values that are still instilled within us from traditionalists.
Written March 12th, 1983
In a list
A contest entry
- Do you Believe in Fairy Tales? by Bryx.
300 points, ended August 20, 2004, 24 entries
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beautiful really, I like the story of it...nice job, thanks for entering
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Ah so that is what it was all about. Wether the innuenedo had a peurpose or not, Maybe you should have thought a bit more on the fifth stanza. It throws everything off kilter. Otherwise a delightful worthy write. Thanks for entering.
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Beauty – Gloriously expressed.
A really wonderful piece of writing - keep writing you have a wonderful talent - Albert. -
so sad..yet so yerning
This is sad...and lovely...i love it...its beautiful...
keep it up..
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Top bit of writing- I liked that
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Mmm... so beautiful... I love the absolutely amazing imagery you've penned here!!! I loved every bit of it, I could see and feel it all through your words. I also like how this write flowed, not choppy in the least. I could sense emotion, love maybe.. either way.. you really had a thing for her. This was yet another one of your priceless writes, that I do so enjoy!!
~Aimee
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Each stanza is a sexual innuendo leading up to a final copulation of the train tunnel and then questioned if it should happen because of the bedroom back home that is still ‘childlike’ the deflowering of an innocent girl...yet since she was from a strict Italian background, well, if I was ‘caught’ deflowering this girl by her family they would hang me up by the b…s
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Hmm...This was beautiful. I have a question. How does it fall under the erotica category? I know that I have been in the world as long you, and I know a lot already myself. WAY TOO MUCH I guess it's not another type of erotica that Desire have never written. thinks she better redefine erotica and rewrite some stories of her own Good Luck in the contest, my humble mentor. Bows down at his feet
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This is just simply beautiful.... and I love how you ended it.
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