I FEEL poetry....

[cyravance]

When I write it, it's because I have felt it, and have a need to put it down...It is often unpleasant, but that doesn't bother me as it does others...
Those of you who write poetic...do you find that pain enhances your work? It often does mine, although I have written good stuff sans pain...
I was recently contacted by someone who also feels this way...I will get back to you, it just takes me awhile...BTW, WONDERFUL verse!
Poetry, to me, is a much more intimate form of communication than prose is. Although I love prose for it's many excellent qualities.

 

[bluerains]

When I write it, it's because I have felt it, and have a need to put it down...It is often unpleasant, but that doesn't bother me as it does others...
Those of you who write poetic...do you find that pain enhances your work? It often does mine, although I have written good stuff sans pain...
I was recently contacted by someone who also feels this way...I will get back to you, it just takes me awhile...BTW, WONDERFUL verse!
Poetry, to me, is a much more intimate form of communication than prose is. Although I love prose for it's many excellent qualities.

moving thought...words attempt translation...pain feels....it needs no translation...

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

When I write it, it's because I have felt it, and have a need to put it down...It is often unpleasant, but that doesn't bother me as it does others...
Those of you who write poetic...do you find that pain enhances your work? It often does mine, although I have written good stuff sans pain...
I was recently contacted by someone who also feels this way...I will get back to you, it just takes me awhile...BTW, WONDERFUL verse!
Poetry, to me, is a much more intimate form of communication than prose is. Although I love prose for it's many excellent qualities.

Interesting thought. Strong emotions are a good poetry Domme for me. They kick my ass and demand to come out. When I'm lazily drifting along, I don't write like I do when someone has ripped my heart out, or when I'm enraged. It's the opposite of "professionalism," I guess, but fuck it. That's the way my poetry works right now.

 

[champagne1982]

When I write it, it's because I have felt it, and have a need to put it down...It is often unpleasant, but that doesn't bother me as it does others...
Those of you who write poetic...do you find that pain enhances your work? It often does mine, although I have written good stuff sans pain...
I was recently contacted by someone who also feels this way...I will get back to you, it just takes me awhile...BTW, WONDERFUL verse!
Poetry, to me, is a much more intimate form of communication than prose is. Although I love prose for it's many excellent qualities.

Differing pains give different edges to my thoughts.

I have felt extreme physical pain that somehow dulls my feelings. When I am in this state, I can write logic and poems about nature. On the obverse to that flies the keen point of my emotions, piercing my ideas and allowing me to write without qualm as to who I may hurt.

We are emotive and thinking creatures with a wealth of nerve endings both in our cerebral cortex and strung out through our bodies. Of course what we feel influences our expression. Some of us can send it out into the world through painting, others music and still more in our stories and poetry.

Art wouldn't exist if we didn't feel.

That being said, don't flood the page with personal pain. Find a way to make the audience identify with the universal idea that how you FEEL is exactly how they do, too. Be unique and not trite. Be unusual without cliché.

 

[Angeline]

I've had enough physical and psychic pain to last more than a lifetime, I think. But I prefer to let that shade my writing overall (if it does) rather than invite it in when I write. I'm usually pretty emotion free when I'm actually writing, in some zone where all I do is channel words. Then when I edit I try to be as methodical as I can.

I have written stuff when I feel really low. I usually change it because it seems overly dramatic. But that's just me.

 

[champagne1982]

I've had enough physical and psychic pain to last more than a lifetime, I think. But I prefer to let that shade my writing overall (if it does) rather than invite it in when I write. I'm usually pretty emotion free when I'm actually writing, in some zone where all I do is channel words. Then when I edit I try to be as methodical as I can.

I have written stuff when I feel really low. I usually change it because it seems overly dramatic. But that's just me.

and I like that about you!

 

[Angeline]

and I like that about you!

And me about you. I figure I have enough drama in my life without trying to add even more to it. I can usually live by that though (as you know) I do occasionally fall off Mount Cool.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Poetry, to me, is a much more intimate form of communication than prose is.

I agree with this.

 

[butters]

it has to be a part and parcel of our experiences that we are able to draw upon. i have written in the midst of emotional anger/distress/pain, and found some release in doing so, some vent where i'd moved into that very cold headspace. BUT, like Angeline, i think i write better when not allowing the passions to control me but when channeling, selecting, using their shades and influences.

as an example, i wrote this at the top of my stairs, standing up, with a pencil and paper at 3.10am, after a massive and destructive row with a drunk husband who then fell into a drunken snoring stupor:

3.10 a.m


she kneels astride
him slightly stiff and cooling slowly
vitality's soft aftertaste still lingering on his skin
and eyes that shine
wet with unshed tears and
staring staring
straight at her

such passivity such calm
no spoken word to break the harm of sin
and so begin

raising arms above her head
a sacrificial hymn
then lowering quite slowly first
uncertain of resistance to be met
a dimple-ing
a pressing down and in
bone to bone and
skin to
skin

no gush of blood to spoil the rush
for patience has its own rewards
withdraw slowly, slowly
slick and slicker
pacing pressure
still no flicker on those lips
and eyes that shine
wet with unshed tears and
staring staring

the rocking back and rocking forth
the up and down the ins and out
both hands around the grip and
glisten-ing
with effort she
lays him bare
skin to bone and bone to
skin

intercostal muscles sever
inserts the tip and pushes harder
licks her lips
blue bloom of fingertips
gristle parts - gives way to pressure
she sighs almost content in sweating pleasure
extracts the prize
accepts the gift
and taking Adam's bloody rib
she holds it up to
eyes that shine
wet with unshed tears and
staring



i polished it a little, but what's there is basically what got put down at the time.

yes it got published, and yes i liked it at the time, but i've written better from a calmer perspective. almost ALL i've written in pain comes across as drunken, self-absorbed, whining ramblings.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

3.10 a.m


she kneels astride
him slightly stiff and cooling slowly
vitality's soft aftertaste still lingering on his skin
and eyes that shine
wet with unshed tears and
staring staring
straight at her

such passivity such calm
no spoken word to break the harm of sin
and so begin

raising arms above her head
a sacrificial hymn
then lowering quite slowly first
uncertain of resistance to be met
a dimple-ing
a pressing down and in
bone to bone and
skin to
skin

no gush of blood to spoil the rush
for patience has its own rewards
withdraw slowly, slowly
slick and slicker
pacing pressure
still no flicker on those lips
and eyes that shine
wet with unshed tears and
staring staring

the rocking back and rocking forth
the up and down the ins and out
both hands around the grip and
glisten-ing
with effort she
lays him bare
skin to bone and bone to
skin

intercostal muscles sever
inserts the tip and pushes harder
licks her lips
blue bloom of fingertips
gristle parts - gives way to pressure
she sighs almost content in sweating pleasure
extracts the prize
accepts the gift
and taking Adam's bloody rib
she holds it up to
eyes that shine
wet with unshed tears and
staring

This is really powerful, Chips.

 

[Angeline]

This is really powerful, Chips.

She's good, isn't she?

 

[butters]

This is really powerful, Chips.

well it certainly came from a dark place that night. thanks. god, why do we stay with such bastards for so long? is it the Nancy syndrome?

She's good, isn't she?

now you're embarrassing me. compliments on my writing i can handle; to me ... not so much

 

[darkerdreamer]

I agree with this.

I'm not sure I do. I suppose it depends on how one is looking at intimacy. I'll agree that it is a more primal, visceral connection. But after working on a prose piece for months or years the intimacy is unparalleled. Then again this comes from the guy who has written entire novels worth of prose and never had the guts to share even one sentence with someone, it just seems too revealing once it is finished, like I'd lose a piece of myself if I shared it.

I can handle someone tearing apart a poem of mine and flaming it, but if they did it with a prose piece of mine it'd probably kill me.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

I'm not sure I do. I suppose it depends on how one is looking at intimacy. I'll agree that it is a more primal, visceral connection. But after working on a prose piece for months or years the intimacy is unparalleled. Then again this comes from the guy who has written entire novels worth of prose and never had the guts to share even one sentence with someone, it just seems too revealing once it is finished, like I'd lose a piece of myself if I shared it.

I can handle someone tearing apart a poem of mine and flaming it, but if they did it with a prose piece of mine it'd probably kill me.

Oh! I meant as a reader, rather than a writer. I feel closer to a poet than a novelist. A novelist tends to be on a stage of some sort as a function of the narrative whereas a poet feels like he or she is sitting right next to me.

 

[EroticOrogeny]

My better poems required some thought. Sometimes takes a while, at others comes out quick.
Sometimes my feelings (generally negative, but sometimes positive) take over and often the result is not so good.
My feelineg are always involved at some level or another.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

it has to be a part and parcel of our experiences that we are able to draw upon. i have written in the midst of emotional anger/distress/pain, and found some release in doing so, some vent where i'd moved into that very cold headspace. BUT, like Angeline, i think i write better when not allowing the passions to control me but when channeling, selecting, using their shades and influences.

as an example, i wrote this at the top of my stairs, standing up, with a pencil and paper at 3.10am, after a massive and destructive row with a drunk husband who then fell into a drunken snoring stupor:

3.10 a.m


she kneels astride
him slightly stiff and cooling slowly
vitality's soft aftertaste still lingering on his skin
and eyes that shine
wet with unshed tears and
staring staring
straight at her

such passivity such calm
no spoken word to break the harm of sin
and so begin

raising arms above her head
a sacrificial hymn
then lowering quite slowly first
uncertain of resistance to be met
a dimple-ing
a pressing down and in
bone to bone and
skin to
skin

no gush of blood to spoil the rush
for patience has its own rewards
withdraw slowly, slowly
slick and slicker
pacing pressure
still no flicker on those lips
and eyes that shine
wet with unshed tears and
staring staring

the rocking back and rocking forth
the up and down the ins and out
both hands around the grip and
glisten-ing
with effort she
lays him bare
skin to bone and bone to
skin

intercostal muscles sever
inserts the tip and pushes harder
licks her lips
blue bloom of fingertips
gristle parts - gives way to pressure
she sighs almost content in sweating pleasure
extracts the prize
accepts the gift
and taking Adam's bloody rib
she holds it up to
eyes that shine
wet with unshed tears and
staring



i polished it a little, but what's there is basically what got put down at the time.

yes it got published, and yes i liked it at the time, but i've written better from a calmer perspective. almost ALL i've written in pain comes across as drunken, self-absorbed, whining ramblings.

That is bloody fantastic!

 

[butters]

Oh! I meant as a reader, rather than a writer. I feel closer to a poet than a novelist. A novelist tends to be on a stage of some sort as a function of the narrative whereas a poet feels like he or she is sitting right next to me.

like the prose writer's weaving a story for your enjoyment, but the poet's sharing something of themself with you? some prose writers will be doing that too, but maybe in not the same way so we don't feel it in the same intimate fashion.

 

[butters]

My better poems required some thought. Sometimes takes a while, at others comes out quick.
Sometimes my feelings (generally negative, but sometimes positive) take over and often the result is not so good.
My feelings are always involved at some level or another.

that's very good to know.

 

[butters]

That is bloody fantastic!

urm, thanks
so the night wasn't a complete disaster then.

 

[jackbency]

I also like the prose writer's weaving a story for your enjoyment. This is Fantastic poem what you post. I liked this poem session.