Driving home, sunny morning, Black Keys channeled through the car,
I then see her.
Clad in her wetsuit, bold with purpose and freedom
Her locks wind swept like the mane of an Arabian mare,
Her gait flowing, determined & graceful.
And it is her shape that pushes my spirit to rejoice!
The form of womanhood, fecund & primal
That stirs the millennia of evolution what makes
Men weak at the knees & strong to move mountains!
Oh Bronte Woman - forever seared into my soul.
I just had to share a wonderful vision I had of a beautiful woman I saw this morning. It was only a fleeting glimpse I managed, but the joy was exhilarating. I'm not normally moved to write a poem, but this morning was special. Forever special.
Alex.
Last edited by mental4astro; 08-09-2015 at 09:55 AM.
Reason: typo
One tip I would pass on is this ... never use 'fecund' in a poem.
Firstly, there's no way it sounds like a nice word; it doesn't even roll off the tongue smoothly. But mainly because there's only you on the whole planet knows what it means without googling it
Other than that, it's nice that this vision of loveliness moved you to write a poem.
If it wasn't your wife, then does your wife know about it?
If she does, I'd get the dog to taste test your coffee each day for the next week or so
Ah! I thought you were going to talk about Emily Bronte!
What this site needs is more poetry!!
And I like fecundity, it's a word I have often used!!
Very nice vision of the woman in black. I imagined it a bit like Bo Derek when she emerges from the surf in that film with Dudley Moore called " Ten"
Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. Lord Byron CLXXIII. "She walks in beauty, like the night" SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow'd to that tender light 5 Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
Agree with Alex - this post needs pictures/drawings
Was coming home yesterday after attending a guest lecture at Uni. A vision of primordial desire crossed the road... fiery long red hair down to her immaculatel shaped bum... a pure vision of lust.
Twas then I realised it was the wife and I snapped out of my fantasy and realised I had to go home and look after the kids.
Sketch, eh... well, this time I'm gonna leave it to your imagination...
Funny enough, I did pick up a pencil and sketch pad and started working out a pin-up illustration for a project I've started planning. Needless to say that this morning's vision served as inspiration.
I did find a lump of plaster in my coffee one day. But that was by a disgruntled co-worker and not my wife. The missus is not so vulgar. She will have me slowly go mad over a number of years. They never forget... never...
It was nice to be able to channel these emotions this way. Doesn't always happen. 'Special' is a word being much used today.
Last edited by mental4astro; 08-09-2015 at 09:29 PM.
My intention with posting the poem was to show how attractive confidence can be. To celebrate by being able to admire with tenderness. Certainly without being insensitive.
Driving home, sunny morning, Black Keys channeled through the car,
I then see her.
Clad in her wetsuit, bold with purpose and freedom
Her locks wind swept like the mane of an Arabian mare,
Her gait flowing, determined & graceful.
And it is her shape that pushes my spirit to rejoice!
The form of womanhood, fecund & primal
That stirs the millennia of evolution what makes
Men weak at the knees & strong to move mountains!
Oh Bronte Woman - forever seared into my soul.
I just had to share a wonderful vision I had of a beautiful woman I saw this morning. It was only a fleeting glimpse I managed, but the joy was exhilarating. I'm not normally moved to write a poem, but this morning was special. Forever special.
