Muddy fun...

[teacherman570]

Thunder cracking and lips smacking
With stifled giggles at slippery fumbling.
Then giggles disappear into serious faces.

Through mud and puddles fall wet
Naked bodies, blunt phrases,
"Let's fuck here, now,"
Drowned by roaring rain and that
Cracking thunder.

Screaming, "Oh!," an insufficient noise
For water sogged lovers, but the only one
Heard in the flashing night.

The clean made unclean, by dirt
Sweat, lust and heat,
The perfect darkened tryst.
Two bodies, dripping, tired,
Swallowed by the cracking thunder.

 

[Angeline]

Thunder cracking and lips smacking
With stifled giggles at slippery fumbling.
Then giggles disappear into serious faces.

Through mud and puddles fall wet
Naked bodies, blunt phrases,
"Let's fuck here, now,"
Drowned by roaring rain and that
Cracking thunder.

Screaming, "Oh!," an insufficient noise
For water sogged lovers, but the only one
Heard in the flashing night.

The clean made unclean, by dirt
Sweat, lust and heat,
The perfect darkened tryst.
Two bodies, dripping, tired,
Swallowed by the cracking thunder.

Made me think of Muddy Waters. Bet he would've sung to it.

 

[wildsweetone]

...there's nothing quite like a good thunder storm.

i like this poem.

is there a reason you begin each line with a capital? - just curious.

 

[teacherman570]

As lame as this sounds, it's mostly because Microsoft Word automatically capitalizes the beggining of each line. When I first started writing many years ago I thought that I had to captialize and just left it that way. There are cases where I go back and change it to lower case, but those are rare. Do you think changing would benefit this?

 

[average gina]

As lame as this sounds, it's mostly because Microsoft Word automatically capitalizes the beggining of each line. When I first started writing many years ago I thought that I had to captialize and just left it that way. There are cases where I go back and change it to lower case, but those are rare. Do you think changing would benefit this?

Yup. Did me like that too. Some brilliant person showed me how to turn that sucker off and I'll show you! Click the following in Word (I have 2002 version)

Tools
AutoCorrect
"Options" if you have a small window, if not, skip this step
AutoCorrect Tab
the box next to "Capitalize first letter of sentences" to uncheck it
OK
OK again if you had to click options earlier.

You will feel so relieved when you do this. Of course, you will have to follow these steps to write prose and make things easier for yourself.

 

[wildsweetone]

As lame as this sounds, it's mostly because Microsoft Word automatically capitalizes the beggining of each line. When I first started writing many years ago I thought that I had to captialize and just left it that way. There are cases where I go back and change it to lower case, but those are rare. Do you think changing would benefit this?

i know how i prefer to read. the point is, how do you prefer to write. it's sometimes interesting to think about some of the automatic things that happen in our lives and to make conscious decisions about whether we want them to happen, or not. *smile* especially when they occur in our writing.



try it out and see how it feels. if it feels right for you and your writing, then go with it, if not... you can always put them back in.

 

[teacherman570]

Thunder cracking and lips smacking
With stifled giggles at slippery fumbling.
Then giggles disappear into serious faces.

Through mud and puddles fall wet
Naked bodies, blunt phrases,
"Let's fuck here, now,"
Drowned by roaring rain and that
Cracking thunder.

Screaming, "Oh!," an insufficient noise
For water sogged lovers, but the only one
Heard in the flashing night.

The clean made unclean, by dirt
Sweat, lust and heat,
The perfect darkened tryst.
Two bodies, dripping, tired,
Swallowed by the cracking thunder.

Average gina: thanks for the Word help, I just made the change.

Here's version 2.0 (I've spent too long at my computer today)


Thunder cracking and lips smacking
with stifled giggles at slippery fumbling,
then giggles disappear into serious faces.

Through mud and puddles fall wet
naked bodies, blunt phrases,
"Let's fuck here, now,"
drowned by roaring rain and that
cracking thunder.

Screaming, "Oh!," an insufficient noise
for water sogged lovers, but the only one
heard in the flashing night.

The clean made unclean, by dirt,
sweat, lust and heat;
the perfect darkened tryst.
Two bodies, dripping, tired,
swallowed by the cracking thunder.