Randi Grail
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- May 28, 2004
- Posts
- 492
Hello everyone! wow...all this great poetry...poets with really high ambition...on an erotica site? Art pops up in the strangest places. 
Here is mine, is it ok to ask for feedback on a work in progress? If so, that's what I do.
Dreaming Of Sargasso
Randi Grail 2004
It was no illusion that brought this
down around our heads,
a necklace beaming beads of remorse,
glowing beautiful, but cold to the touch.
I lost the wave, the bearing,
and caught by doldrum, drifted.
Still, as ideas of greatness
shifted into focus
and into blur again,
I laid, eyes closed, carried by sargasso
while spires and domes and ancient ghosts
shadowed below, Atlantis dreaming ascension,
drifted.
I forgot to breathe,
remembered to love,
and woke up on an inhale
in tears.
"Ssh" I heard and felt
fingertips on my spine, lips on my shoulder
arms enclose around to place a palm
upon my heart.
"You're dreaming" I heard
and careful arms suggested gravity.
I fell back, surrendered to assurance
that no illusion did this,
neither hurt nor healing,
and that my necklace
was long since
cast aside.
I dreamt of sargasso,
but not of Atlantis
this time.
Here is mine, is it ok to ask for feedback on a work in progress? If so, that's what I do.
Dreaming Of Sargasso
Randi Grail 2004
It was no illusion that brought this
down around our heads,
a necklace beaming beads of remorse,
glowing beautiful, but cold to the touch.
I lost the wave, the bearing,
and caught by doldrum, drifted.
Still, as ideas of greatness
shifted into focus
and into blur again,
I laid, eyes closed, carried by sargasso
while spires and domes and ancient ghosts
shadowed below, Atlantis dreaming ascension,
drifted.
I forgot to breathe,
remembered to love,
and woke up on an inhale
in tears.
"Ssh" I heard and felt
fingertips on my spine, lips on my shoulder
arms enclose around to place a palm
upon my heart.
"You're dreaming" I heard
and careful arms suggested gravity.
I fell back, surrendered to assurance
that no illusion did this,
neither hurt nor healing,
and that my necklace
was long since
cast aside.
I dreamt of sargasso,
but not of Atlantis
this time.