|Subject: Wrote this a few years ago Mon Mar 18, 2013 9:05 pm|| |
Anxiety I may have offended
Dissipates in to an intimacy that furthers frankness.
In a cosy, fire-hearthed room
Her soft furred feline follows
My scent from shoes, to bag, to feet,
Fine food, openness forging friendship,
What more from a day
Pole Dancer Impersonator
|Subject: Re: Wrote this a few years ago Tue Mar 19, 2013 1:54 am|| |
Interesting imagery, it's definitely a nice poem for the saloon. It would be nice if you could record it, I'd love to listen to it and see how it sounds like in your own voice especially when it comes to scansion and rhythm.
"Growing old is inevitable but growing up is optional."
|Blood Red Eagle|
Son of Odin
|Subject: Re: Wrote this a few years ago Tue Mar 19, 2013 8:38 am|| |
I agree, it would make for an interesting piece of VA!
SKELETONS RIDING OSTRICHES
|Subject: Re: Wrote this a few years ago Wed Mar 20, 2013 11:40 pm|| |
I'll do a recording of this soon, I promise.
However, I went to the cinema on Mon and ate an icecream which has clogged me right up. The Hagen Das ones are fine, but the Ben and Jerry's are a killer!
That'll teach me.
|Subject: Re: Wrote this a few years ago || |