Passion's Part Time Muse

[EroticOrogeny]

My muse, when present, takes inspiration from several sources.
Lost love laments can help with my feeling from the past when they get to me.
My geopoetry just comes from time to time and is fun (at least for me) and I believe accurate geology, with a little poetic license.
Sometimes sobriety and recovery come together in verse.
My erotic poetry is often written for and inspired by longing for my lover and wife. I don't know if she likes my other poems, but she definitely goes for those I write for her, often a prelude to our passions. The next day that muse sleeps all day or something until those excitements and expectations return. And fortunately, she likes alliteration, too (she's from Austria, that may be a Germanic thing).
Here's a recent poem I gave her to start this thread off:

Lie Down, My Lady Love

Lie down with me my lady love,
my favorite from below to heaven above.
Let me love you as only I can -
Make some magic with your man

Only you I find so sweet,
loving you my favorite treat.
I come under your spell,
while with you all is well.

Doting, to you drawn with desire,
fond feelings flow, fully fan my fire.
I find my fervor in full flower
Propelled by your provoking power

I think of you every time I turn,
my treasure I cherish and yearn
My love for you will never cease,
together we can find perfect peace.



I often do much of my writing in the morning.
How does your passion inspire you?

 

[arielsgoddess]

My passion inspires me like a crowd...

I have so many, it is like the crowd at a party. There are numerous ones of interest, making my mind wander until one draws my attention or finds itself in a spotlight. Sometimes I have to just pick one, whisper in its ear "Run!" , and follow wherever it goes. Other times I try to instigate the muses of others, and run with theirs as they do. Most enjoyable is when someone else cruises into the party--every person popping onto these threads is an inspiration to me, a wealth of sparks and focus, not to be wasted. That's why I enjoy your appearing to lay a little geographic foundation, and then popping out again. I know you are keeping order, in your own way, adding to the architecture. I would like to see some wilder work (as in Walden, not necessarily Bacchan--but hey, if your poem wears a toga, that's all good too). Would you accept a challenge, dear one? Would you write three poems of your beloved at my request: one, where you describe her in geologic terms; two, where you describe either her or your love like the formation of strata; and three, where you describe in geological/cataclysmic terms what you would like to do her in the throes of passion? I never tire of men with minds--I think that scientists/nerds/purists should use their refined parts of their brains in their art as well. Some of the best of my old work was nerdgasmia--technical-sounding pieces written for men in specific fields and specialties, that were sound in their basis, but also had double or triple meanings--atleast one of which was erotic/sexual. I caused a law student to get himself in great trouble one time, by reading a piece to him over the phone titled "Penalization". I would love to see it, if you have the time to accept the challenge...

 

[EroticOrogeny]

Interesting challenges - may get around to something on them. The passion metaphors seem easiest, especially if focused on orogeny, such as subduction seduction (taphrogeny offers some appeal, too, especially from the woman's point of view).
I've been sitting on a poem which could be read in more than one way, but a title hasn't really taken hold (not the file name for sure). I think I've got one now:

Tectonic Times
Split spreads fluid floods
Surfaces slip and slide
Masses meet, now collide
thick slab thrusts in trench deep
folds flow, fluids seep
bodies bake, closely quake
future suture sure to endure
features glow, union heats
The cycle repeats

Some of you have seen this before. a while back.

 

[butters]

geopoetry - now there's a familiar phrase!

I wrote a piece once called 'the magnetism of geopoetry'

writing comes to me when it comes. it used to be more frequently a just-before-i-fell-asleep thing; now it tends to be quite random, sparked off by a conversation, a phrase read or heard, a image seen - and frequently while online. ALL my writing used to be done pen to paper, but now it's almost exclusively at the keyboard. I like seeing how it looks laid out as it would on a print-page. Gives me a better 'feel' for its visual aesthetics.


as for passion, hmm - a fiery if fickle muse

this little piece came after one of many frequent rows with my now ex:



whore frost

after last night's hot words
a cold front's settled in -

there's ice underfoot this morning

 

[EroticOrogeny]

I'd me interested in your 'magnetism of geopoetry'
What about the poetry of geomagnetism?
Dipole field - opposites attract.
Polarity reversals - suddenly up becomes down.
Tracking our past, where we were.
I like your little poem - not sure if the title quite ties in.

 

[butters]

I'd me interested in your 'magnetism of geopoetry'
What about the poetry of geomagnetism?
Dipole field - opposites attract.
Polarity reversals - suddenly up becomes down.
Tracking our past, where we were.

I like your little poem - not sure if the title quite ties in.

I love watching and learning about geology/scientific advances/global changes past and present/the supranormal through documentaries and looking stuff up online. There have been some amazing programmes made on the reversals of polarity and how we can read them in the rocks. How it builds, and fluctuates - it all feels relevant to poetry as metaphors for relationships, the sudden shifting of the ground beneath our feet (did I mention I like discovering stuff about quakes, eruptions, avalanches and tsunamis too? lol) and the pyroclastic flows that kill you as you breathe in ... liquification, sink-holes, you name it, I see apps for it

my little poem whore frost ... a play on hoar frost, ergo ice underfoot, and inspired by an argument with the now ex where he called me a whore. Turned out he was the one having affairs and projecting. It made things a little icy the next day. Pity I allowed that attitude to thaw and warm back up to tepid, really.

I'll send the other piece by pm, but it's one of those pieces I can now see has many weaknesses as strengths. Wrote it about 4 years ago, I think. Maybe a bit longer.

 

[EroticOrogeny]

I enjoyed your PM - it does have both highs and lows, as you said. Sounds like you were starting to have doubts then.
I got the play on words, and now with the background, I understand the title.
Catastrophism vs Uniformitarianism - we really have both. Laws of physics remain the same, and those magnificent mountains we see tell both stories - both sudden climactic events and slow changes (see my signature). We see erosional and depositional processes outside our doorways - thats how we get 1000's of meters of sediments laid down. I study Houston area faults - no earthquakes here, but moving an inch a year it'll still wreck your house, like some I've seen in the field. Not as exciting, and more for metaphors about everyday life. I guess one of my geopoems is the slow kind (Fault Field Foray), while the other (Volcanic Dust View) has more drama.