Dixie likes to wade into the water
hips that lull the waves to sleep
rock from side to side, and trespass easily
upon the footsteps of the sand
she bends, and finds her seashells under rocks
like men, she finds those there too
and I , I watch, with fascination as my Dixie listens
listens to the conch pressed to her ear
she hears, and hears always the moaning from the shell
but perhaps, she imagines this, and this alone
that there are men trapped in there, and if she listens hard enough
they'll hear her laughter on the shore
and wade, wade purposefully towards her
but it's a lie
she smiles, my Dixie, and she laughs
splashes wave upon wave onto the sand
her legs, long tanned and delicate
bend at the knee, and I, I cannot help but stare
at the contour of her...
her eyes that flicker with energy
she says, she'll find herself a play-meat on the shore
and rock and frolic
and disturb the fish,
my Dixie and I, leave footprints in the sand
and she walks faster and i follow in her wake
like wind chasing hopelessly after waves
Nyx...
Author notes
theres always more dixie than meets the eye
Written August 31st, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Walk Upon The Beach by RollingStone.
400 points, ended September 2, 2004, 12 entries
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That last line is just absolutely killer. Your Dixie has lent you some awesome inspiration, lady. These pieces just get better and better. They're so rich with character and emotion, and they're honest. You remind me a bit of a less-vulgar Desiree Dark with these. Just splendid, and so gorgeously you.
Much respect,
Sarah
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I don't know what to say about this one, really. It is art in its best form...written. This was almost like watching a home movie, one of the old fashioned ones with no sound. And I can see you there, haunted by her legs and silently loathing the sea shells for what Dixie hears in them. There is a sadness to this one that is more pervasive then even usual. It lacks the manic rage and panic some of the others possess. This has that bone deep melancholia, you see below the surface here. And she pissed me off in this one, the way she walked faster, leaving you to trail behind her. That was just fucking rude in my opinion. I know what it is like trying to run and keep up with someone, but it feels just like you are standing still. I hated that feeling. Great stuff Nyx-y.
Edited on Sep 07, 6:25 p.m. because 'I don't want to be here.'. -
excellent.
What a very good poem so well expresed and written.Like the sea the poem flows. So much that is said ,,so much it did not
Good words ....Well done .. A very unique poem -
people watching is fuN you see the most AMAZING things when noone knows youre looking!
(man that was hard to type!...)
i miss you travi, where are you?
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Dixie is delightfully sensual, and even more so when you bring her to the beach. I like how you've chosen words that keep that hint of darkness or evil in her persona. she is enchanting!
I love to people-watch on the beach, especially the women. LOL it always fascinated me to see what they do, what's going on about them.
really nice smooth flow to this poem. I like how it moves along. I like the sounds in it.
the last three lines that close the poem are just outstanding. perfect ending.
~travis
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Men really are like snails. Turn a rock over and you're sure to find a few.
Play-meat or play mate. They both work.
This one is a little different than the others I've read. A little more thoughtful, more poetic. She's still bending over but.....different.
The only thing that pisses me off about Dixie is I didn't write it first. Only her name would have been something like Lark or Winter. Ehhh who cares. I got some catching up to do with Dixie.
Desiree
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lol ilike this poem. i like the flow and the 2nd stanza the most tho....keep writing! i hope to read more in the future! -
the ford festiva one was also the best, though only because i love french art :-/
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A littles yes, a little no, she has some characteristics of someone i lvoe very much, and other characteristics that come from my head. 100 miles per hour was the first Dixie poem, and, i'd just invented her, she kinda sprawled out and took form from there.
And yup, Judas makes most of the BG's for my Dixie poems, though, Judas never gets enough credit. For anything.
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Wow, this was beautiful!!!!!!!! And your bg's are aresome (I read Judas does them, well, they are well done!)
Is,a, dixie, inspired by anyone? Don't answer if that's too personal... -
Dixie's evil. Or Rather, thats how I've created her.
The BG is from Judas, She never gets enough credit!
Thank you for the comment
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Sounds like a siren, your Dixie.
This has a playful, almost sensual feel yet at the same time it possesses darker undertones and a strong sense of longing.
Beautiful background too
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i think the waves would stumble before the wind. i'm with greg on this one.
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there is nothing more beautiful then the walk of a woman along the shore, stripped of all of her fashion plate, and scad in the bare minimum, she is like the finest shell ememrging from the surf, in pinks and salmon colors, wind teasing the seaweedy strands of her hair, and the salty tang of the ocean blending with the sweet scent of her perfumes....Artis
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