Delicate Fingers

Out of the turmoil that is nature's wrath begets a spark that smolders into a metaphoric beaut.

I have much to say but sleep finally beckons..

It is very deja vu esque, though.... I've lived this... am this....it feels intrinsically familiar...
or maybe I'm just exhausted.
More, soon.

G'Night,
🌹 💙
B

Rightfully exhausted.  It could have been worse though.  (My kitchen window took the brunt for me, apparently) .  I myself will take minor bad luck any day.

And as much as I shouldn't, I love the fact that storms fire me up, in every way imaginable.  
Um, my next poem about to be posted...

I've swam in the ocean in the middle of the night, during storms.  (Zero chance of shark attack, btw. They're too busy freaking out)

Anyhow Bay Lady, welcome to a nicer day.  And thanks for popping in and bringing a little light into this.

Excellent write... love where you went with this... great job...

Stop with the doggie pics!  You're just showing off now!  I miss mine so much (RIP, Chance).  I'm too busy and/or gone for one nowadays.  They don't deserve to be cooped up 10+ hours a day.  

And thanks for the compliment to my poetic effort here.  Rhyme ones hurt my already battered brain. Lol

Dear S,

This made me think of how great the freedom of feeling the absolute release of all things that keep me bound and wound up, let go. I don’t need to be anything other than ecstatically satisfied. To me, I think this eloquent poem has every wonderful element expressed between lovers as well as a prayerful quality. Loved it.
H🌷

Hmmm, I like the way you put that.  I like the way other peoples eyes see different angles than I do, or I missed.  You're great at that.  You don't build many cars yourself, out of choice, but you're a great driver.  Yes, that's metaphoric.  Lol

I need to switch the order of some of the stanzas.  I just wrote down as it came to me.  
The wind was great rhythm last night.

Hey Steve.  
Thank you, my area barely suffered the hurricane.  Just outer bands of it.  Some areas obviously bore the brunt of it, in increasing severity.  It's awful, but always something we must consider, when living here.  

And thank you as well for the nod towards the poem.  

-Mark

Well, that was hot... 🔥❤️
And most enjoyable! You say just enough to keep the imagination stoked. Wonderful write.
❤️k

I'm curious  if you actually have red hair.... Lol.

I don't write graphically much.  I like the implied allure of it all.  I save the banging words for the banging.  That way, they say "Wait, What!"   LOL

Thank you, BT.  And I'm sure you're not broken at all...

"save the banging words for the banging" 😆 Yes! If poetry doesn't stimulate my imagination, what's the point?! Spell it all out for me in detail and I might as well just watch porn (which is also not really my cup o' tea).

The avatar is a likeness in most ways, especially attitude. Except my eyes and head are not freakishly huge.

There is something sexually feral and awakening in a hurricane or storm. You capture this well. Also applause for the use of the word "curtains" - I am a sucker for furniture in poetry. God knows why? Though I sure not even Freud could dismantle my strange mind. Excellent Styx.

Freud must have had a miserable little pecker. And a devious mind to make up for it. To try and ruin the rest of us.  He failed. Lol

I really, really, like storms.  Obviously not the damage and such that can occur.  
But, that frickin power.  That uncontrollable emotion that we mere humans attach to it.

Thanks so much, Rob.   And join me in thanking our parents for not naming us Sigmund.
No wonder he was so messed up.

Hey Styx,

This is so seductive! All of it.
Especially the stanza with the swaying hips.
So many sensual visuals in this.
The rhyming has a sing song quality to it also.
Also loved how you started and ended with
Adam and Eve.

Excellent!

Thanks you!

Once in awhile, I throw in a ditty of a poem.  Lol.  Once it's rolling along, it just fills in the blanks by itself.  And I then step back and say "well look at that". Lol