Meridian

Wonderful poem
Thanks for sharing your writing

Thank you, MP. I appreciate it

i think this a beautiful poem
seeet notions

having a sweet tooth cant resist its message

Thank you AP.

Sweet notions, indeed. I appreciate the read!

Betty this is so gentle but stunning. You are a chameleon of poetic styles and girl, you excel at them all. I love, love, love this! 🖤

Did I say how much I loved 😍 it? 😊

Thank you. You're making me blush, lady!

I like a lot of styles, and I love that you found it gentle. It felt gentle. But I'm sort of a brick, so gentle is a weird concept.

I love YOU. Thank you lovely!

I like where you start, the singular statement, establishes the rapport and curiosity that is vital.  

I love the denuded tone of the piece with it's romantic confessional feel, the intimate timing. You have terrific command of the dimensions of the medium. I'd be very interested to hear audios from you, the presence in your intonations.

Thank you, Daniel. I try. I really fucking do. Thank you for noting it.

Meh. I've done audio for a handful of pieces and pulled it down and burned it. It all feels hokey. I talk fast, and loud, and gesticulate all over the place, and make a ton of eye contact, and ... charisma often doesn't translate into recorded pieces. Slowing down and enunciating with purpose is not a strong suit.  

I admire that art form for what it is, and perhaps one day. But there are still so many poetic worlds to travel.

Someone commented recently that the full minute of musical lead in before I begin the spoken word was too long for them. I found that curious, I think the musical lead in lends to establishing an emotional tone, curiosity and anticipation.

For which piece? Salt? Because the execution of Salt was fucking stellar.

I've been doing that quiet lead in for years, but yeah. I listen to the song and I start in where the intro leads into the main body of the song, usually about 45 seconds to 90 seconds in, for me it's all about following the intuition of the timing. A lot of great music available for free or a small purchase, for limited distribution, like not on a podcast or anything. Someone thought I was playing piano lol I wish.

I literally would have no idea how to do that.

Maybe put a comment that the poem starts at NUMBER HERE. Or you know what? Fuck it. Art is subjective, and if it falls flat on a reader, that is also a success, for how else can we know what we like, without also knowing what we don't like?

Also? Fuck it. You like it. Do you.

For my "productions" I have opened youtube on my phone. Put my phone face down. Read my shit. Hit publish. And cringed for months until I could pull it down without anyone calling me out. :)

Lol I hear you. If you ever want instruction in making an audio poem with background music feel free. I don't do it very well really, but well enough. I use Audacity free software that an old podcast mate introduced me to.

Thanks, I might stay a Luddite and just... write shit.

Fuck, I'm showing my age.

BACK IN MY DAY we didn't have fancy schmancy things like intro music. If you wanted music, you SANG.

Lol I'm no Spring chicken either I've got a bad hip flexor from a car accident, salt and pepper hair and my knees creak and scream during Qigong

Sorry about that hip flexor. LOL. What is it about this era where I can hurt myself when I used to be indestructible? It's the WORST.  (I'm on crutches as we speak. My kneecap decided it hated where it was and just... moved locations during an easy run on Monday, and I'm like... WHAT?! Actually... WHAT?! )

Holy shit. I've been through unbelievable situations with pain, but there was nothing quite like when my kneecap popped off. I was about 25, I was partying non-stop outside of work, trying to get through a heartbreak. I done about 23 double shots of tequila, dancing like a man on fire to The Nine Inch Nails song Wish. Kneecap snapped to the side of my leg, I crash. I poured myself another double shot of tequila. Grab my pant leg, and pulled my leg straight. The kneecap quivered and then snap back on. I saw a bright flash of light, and then my vision started shrinking into this little circle, with slow and fast light motes. I grabbed my friend's face with both hands and said, There's nothing but pain. Then I just focused on pushing that little circle back out. I didn't pass out, few hours later, my leg swole up the size of a barrel. Was on crutches a while after that. I hope you feel better soon. Be careful on that knee.

That ending smashes it out of the park. This poem is so seductively sweet. I really enjoyed reading this, Betty.

Thank you!

Like the rays in a sunrise, the warmth is felt in your poem.

Thank you DaVinci!

This is the first of your poems I have read, as I typically do not click on the erotica ones. I'm also getting back into this site again and reading other's work so forgive me if this is not your only poem in the love section. Anyhow, "You, love, are the meridian between"....I'm hooked, great work and ending

Thanks Russel. Most of my stuff is porn or murder, so I appreciate that you were able to find a nice one in my dross pile 😊

I appreciate the read and review.

I ordered some more RLs on eBay, since I can't stock up here!  You'll get one when they come in.  Lol.  

And this write....  

We as writers need to diversify our material, even if it feels like a stretch.  Well rounded is the best arsenal.  This is a very eye-opening experience, reading this latest of yours.  I truly like reading the delicate side of people.  And you do it with your keen sight of emotional vision.  Of what is tender, when the bold is set aside for a spell.

It's a wonderful thing to see, Betty.

I missed this comment, sorry man. I appreciate you Styx. Thanks!

I'd like to stay up and howl at the moon like I used to but these days I'm usually on the 6:30pm-3:00am train and lemme tell ya, midnight ain't got NOTHIN' on 3am.

My sick enjoyment of spiritual crises aside, I do like to see people excited for sunrise. It's rare these days. I try my best to enjoy or at least appreciate each one, though it's that glorious dark stretch in the wee small hours that is absolutely capital.

I'm too psychologically compromised to accurately comment on romantic affairs these days, but I still like to read it and think you have an elegant flow & touch to your writing. Much admired!

Thanks man. I get that. I really do.

I appreciate your transparency and your cool commentary. Be well my friend