~Quill Me...

I sip you like spiked herbal tea,

           medicate in you from the ache

twirling my toes in your music,

                 whirling in your glow

I reel from your words of sweet rapport,

    when beasts take me by storm leaving me spent

I've crawled in your bed, fed upon your ego

                                         and spoken to your heart

we've walked hand in hand across hot dusty beaches

              drunken galvanization from oceans of mirth

you've chilled me to the bone,

                                   and heated my core

Turn the page and lie in anticipation of what's in store

                   under the influence of versification

                          I can hardly walk a straight line

there is no cure or rehab for this kind of intoxication,

            no release from enticement of paper, pen, quill nor

                                                  words distinctive invitation~   

Reviews

[Rebecca Buller]

"I can hardly walk a straight line
there is no cure or rehab for this kind of intoxication,
no release from enticement of paper, pen, quill nor
words distinctive invitation"

This is so true & it's something that I believe only writers can truly understand. I always carry a small notepad w/ me because sometimes a coworker says something silly that I know I can fit into a piece I'm writing, though I do take a little creative license:) This was wonderful, Frieda. Thank you for sharing.

[Frieda P]

I agree, people that don't have it in their blood to write, think we're obsessed, a good obsession I think, thanks so much Rebecca.

[Ravyne Hawke]

Clever write.. love the sensual flow of this and the writing analogies. Well penned.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Lori, glad you liked this one.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

So true. I know that I dance on these same shores and swim in these same oceans. Recently I was out of town without my laptop, and not even my notebook (carelessly forgotten) and I had so many words and verses running through my head it was a wonder I managed to stand upright for three days. The only thing I could do to satiate my intoxication was use my phone to browse the internet and "read" the poetry that I so longed to write. Well done, my friend!

[Frieda P]

Oh how utterly frustrating, I've written verses on the run on teeny scraps of paper when nothing else will do, or napkins, ha, it's like a addiction, I know.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

making love to the words...yes, we do that...

this is an incredible write...and i for one totally relate..because when i get into that zone of writing...and it is usually in spurts...it is like torrid affair which leaves me quite spent, and sometimes wanting a cigarette afterwards (if only i still smoked )

but yes, there is that certain release that feels similar...the muse is certainly a lover.

love this.

[Frieda P]

Funny you should say, it's no wonder people think we're one in the same, I write basically similar to you, go on a tear and write my heart out. Thanks so much, I know, I hardly have to thank myself, ha...

[Emerald Seas]

Damn girl - you're beyond good! Loved this!

[Frieda P]

Damn Sera, I love your review!

[KeeD]

Wow who have you been reading cause I know this only to be true of Frieda P works.. intoxicating and addictive :)

[Frieda P]

Ha let me be your drug of choice Kee! ;-)

[icelandicblue]

We love words and there is no escaping them. We embrace them and breathe a sigh of satisfaction when they dance upon the page. I took a wonderful walk in your poem this evening.

[Frieda P]

I'm so thrilled you did, thanks blue.

[emmajoy]

Oh my, that is what words do or should. I immediately think of Pablo Neruda and how his words reach places no gentleman's should, but, they do and so beautifully.

Methinks your own words will move another to blissful thoughts, that between you there'll be ripples as far as the eyes can see; that 'I can harly walk a straight line' will be a kind of mantra by which you live. Why not!

[Frieda P]

Funny you should say, I just recently read The Essential Neruda, ha, quite interesting poet, I'm humbled by your words dear Em...thanks muchly!

[redflutterby]

Perfect description of what poetry does to us. All the things words do to us....the feelings they incite. The journeys they take us on. Of course this could also apply to a lover as well. This poem is intoxicating in its form and flow. I feel quite drunk now.. lol..;-p

[Frieda P]

Lover, poet, all the same! ;-) Thanks so much Red....

[redflutterby]

Yes...they can be very much one and the same! Lol... ;-)

[Barbara Walker]

Great adjectives here! It's not often you meet someone who can play you like a violin, making you hit notes you didn't think you had! Great poem on the subject.

[Frieda P]

Oh I like that thought Barbara, thanks so much.

[kublakhan27]

An ecstatic journey, as are many of your pieces ;) I wish I had more to say but you know I love this stuff...nicely done Mrs.R ;)

[Frieda P]

Ha yes I know Benji, you've said enough, I hear you, thanks! ;-)

[kublakhan27]

You're most welcome ;)