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Post by Sherry Thrasher on May 13, 2008 14:05:18 GMT -5
(Maggie's Suggestion)
They were only mind-fucking
She found that absurd. In fact, she cherished each word written in rhyme. He wore Irish wool, smoked a pipe, sipped vintage wine. They laughed, planned trips to Paris by phone- Innuendo, typed whispers, together (yet, always alone). Deep into night, for hours, they sat uninhibited in their world of late night chat-
We were only mind-fucking, he replied
She sees the ruse of days gone by. His words blur her mind like cheap chardonnay, Bitter and unmistakably dry.
Origional
They were only mind-fucking
She found that absurd. In fact, she cherished each word written in rhyme. He wore Irish wool, smoked a pipe, sipped vintage wine. They laughed, planned trips to Paris by phone- Innuendo, typed whispers, together (yet, always alone). Deep into night, for hours, they sat uninhibited in their world of late night chat-
We were only mind-fucking, he replied
She sees the ruse of days gone by. His taste fills her mouth like cheap chardonnay, Bitter and unmistakably dry.
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Post by Angel Clementine on May 13, 2008 15:37:42 GMT -5
Kudos for your decision to post this poem, Sherry. Your knack for rhythm comes through in this one; but more importantly your strong elements expressing "her" feelings, along with the metaphorical usage of "his taste" and "cheap Chardonnay", makes "her" reaction of attitude so very clear. _Angel
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Post by mfwilkie on May 13, 2008 16:25:32 GMT -5
I like this a lot, Sherry-Berry.
One thought on the middle line of the stanza below:
She sees the ruse of days gone by. His taste fills her mouth like cheap chardonnay, Bitter and unmistakably dry.
His words blur her mind like cheap chardonnay, bitter and unmistakably dry.
Nice, nice, nice.
Magpie
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Post by David Nelson Bradsher on May 13, 2008 17:23:46 GMT -5
Glad you posted it, Sherry. It has the metallic taste of bitterness...and I like it.
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Post by Sherry Thrasher on May 13, 2008 20:06:19 GMT -5
Thanks. Magpie, I'll think on it. Sounds good but I'm rolling it around. But I do like the thought of the words idea.
Sherry
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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on May 13, 2008 20:32:49 GMT -5
Pretty edgy, Sherry. She really did get mind-fucked..........poor thing. In actuality, she did get fucked (over.) Good set-up for the final blow Nice piece Sherry.............seriously.
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Post by Sherry Thrasher on May 14, 2008 5:50:38 GMT -5
Thanks guys.
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Post by wavemaker9 (Rick D.) on May 14, 2008 9:03:19 GMT -5
I hope next time she uses con traceptives. Internet relating has its shortcomings. Fricken whino. Who the _____ does he think he is!
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Post by Sherry Thrasher on May 14, 2008 9:04:46 GMT -5
Never tell but he drank Yellow Tail. God awful.
Any thoughts on Mag's suggestion?
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Post by wavemaker9 (Rick D.) on May 14, 2008 9:57:38 GMT -5
His words fill her mind like cheap chardonnay, Bitter and regretably uncorked.
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Post by Jarlsbane - Michael Ray Cotner on May 18, 2008 14:07:00 GMT -5
very nicely done... well written and a powerful confessional that the reader can relate to... Should invoke feelings of both introspection and outrage... good write. -- Jarls
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