Cloudthings

Apr 20, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Wanton words (beware)

Mmm luscious, lovely, give me more

swirling all around

Come curl around me, brush my face

Words that tease, all soft silk bound

Words that grip and squeeze my senses

More that stroke and warm me

Hold me in their heated promise

Press me, pin me, form me

Words with barely whispered breath

Syllables that slap

Sibilant and syncopated

drench my senses, honeyed sap

Words that cradle tenderly

allowing me sweet rest

words that slide across my flesh

and puddle at my breast

Lascivious and boldly grinning

Words that send my senses spinning

More of this seduction winning

every sultry favour

I crave the tufted sentences

that call me to alert

the ones that toy with tension here

and bite, but cease, just short of hurt

I long for words that lift me up

My feet not laid to land

Soft words like fingertips to lips

Like warmth that spreads from probing hand

And words that paint a feathered sky

And raise me to it’s quest

Where pillowed clouds and steady eye

Combine to draw crescendo’d best

And in the languid aftermath

when words fall snow flake quiet

muffled in the glowing warmth

that none who knows can once deny it

A tremulous beginning hum

of whispered burdonned want

ponders gently probing forth

choosing form and tone and font

To pull from emberred verbiage

a new emerging phrase

a tendrilled ladenned question

a hint of lustful praise

And blooming fast a swell of words

a rush of pleasured vowels

like Spanish tongues and smiling lips

moist freshness under rustled towels

Until fanfare sudden utterance

In words proclaimed and proud

The echoes of these potent plumes

Of words that must be flung out loud

And then

Wordless

Heartbeat,

breathing … sigh

and rest with lidded eye.

— Cloudthings, Apr 20, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Australia, regional Victoria, AUS

Favorite Poets: So many... Rumi, Spike Milligan, Keats. Many of the Neopoet clan, past & present. A myriad of song writers, Dylan, Jackson Browne, Lior, & I must add the poetic influence of painters, sculptors & creators across the world... Life really, especially the sky.

Critiques

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

A little explanation (does that read justification?)

As I said above, this is not a work one must read & take literally (oh there are endless possibilities of innuendo & wordplay... I rather like the idea of being taken literally on occassion, then on the other hand, not at all!) - I know, half of this will make no literal sense, but I THINK it makes emotive sense, sensual at least, an ode to our beloved passion around words. You may blame Professor for the inspiration, not to mention that wicked Kailashana, & of course, Orgami & Ann of Norway always bud me with their work, so enticing & beguilling always. There have been a few sensual writes of late! The ladyblue I think wrote & recorded a very sexy poem recently, it seems we are all a little frisky & it is of course the words that do it (for me in any case), & possibly to some extent, most of us, so I thought I would romance them just a tad here... Well, it is Spring over that side of the world, what's my excuse? I think it's all of you inciting me to be honest! xxx Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

meic

17 years 1 month ago

Words, wanton or chaste,

Words, wanton or chaste, carry their own power whether through metaphor or plain speech. Each has its place and its strength WORD-WEAVER Respect your craft, word-weaver, fashion your songs with care: since this may be the only way to tell your mind or let your lost and helpless tenderness find its way. So set your words' little feet upon the page so they may scamper, prance or pirouette or then perform some slow and solemn ceremonial across the page. Your word's embrace may not be so direct, so real …… and yet in truth may serve a different safer need. So polish your skills, weaver of words, since the gifts you bring may yet surpass the beauty of the rose and lack the sting. Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

sated by the senses evoked, the imagery I am able to drink & the

Mike, I'm not sure if there is a message for ME specifically in there, but I don't really care since the moment I began reading it I fell into it & was woo'd. That's a lovely write, was it something you "prepared a little earlier" or was it in response to this write of mine? Not that it matters, I wont be offended or think any less of it, it's lovely. If it is in response then you seem to have a very illusive message, but I think a lovely one, that in the end seems likea compliment (I think?). You know, I did begin this work in honour of the joy & blissfulness the poets here bring me, how often I am so moved & sometimes sated by the senses evoked, the imagery I am able to drink & the intoxication I can be left with. Also how drunk I can get when I get lost in writing on my own, it is a mighty seductive thing this activity, it is quite phenomena I am realising. I have always seen the strength of it in songs, have had people cry many times, or seen them really glowing, beaming with joy or delight at the lyrics, something that has really moved them & have regularly been so enamoured myself, this poetry thing, (though essentially it is the same as I've always done, except no one ever read the majority of my writing) is relatively new to me, I feel I've found a tribe to share the language I love so much. Anyway, thanks, loved that little poem there really did! Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Hey thanks so much Janice,

Hey thanks so much Janice, glad you liked it, been enjoying yours of late as well, we are so lucky really huh? JUst had my first chat experience, fast & furious wow, don't know that I could keep up really. Hope all is well Janice, make sure yiou get your grandaughter something musical for her birthday ... heh heh Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

orgami

17 years 1 month ago

Word after word after...well word!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

intoxicate me fill spinning twist my mind with jolted words I've read but once and many never delighted I follow them with keen drunken eye my brain spiking like a junkies dose the sacred vein the ovid pupil dancing steady My oh my oh my I am suprised and much delighted to read such prose from thee from Otterness to Blissful conquerer im in shock and fallen slumped into this chair amazed and dazed happily imbued You can keep up with the best Anni and more !!!!

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Well I am lucky to be exchanging words with many of the best

Well I am lucky to be exchanging words with many of the best, hopefully some of the magic dust will sprinkle my way! It's true though I LOVE this place, I get so inspired & I can share that mmmm , the best! Anyway Thank so much for such high praise, it was a funny write, but truly words mean so much to me as I'm sure they do to most of us here... mmmm I feel all dreammy just thinking on them. x Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

Tonya

17 years 1 month ago

wowza!

what a metaphor of words!!! And you build them to such a rising crescendo. I am thinking this would be a fun one to hear the poet(ess) read! Excellent writing Annie. You expressed many things in your poem, and all of us, with our love of words and their expression, I think can not help but be wowed! (is tasteful too.. i like that!) 'A tremulous beginning hum of whispered burdonned want ponders gently probing forth choosing form and tone and font' i loved this (well the whole thing...) but who of us can't associate this with one of our poems and the exploration of displaying it just like we want? lol of couse, er....other things do come to mind too.... Always Sincere, Tonya

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Don't you JUST adore a well wielded word... nothing like it huh?

Hi Tonya, have, for the longest time been meaning to visit your writes & now you have beaten me to it...& made me chuckle as well, always a good thing! Well I'm glad you enjoyed my little fling with our beloved poetic elements, sigh. Don't you JUST adore a well wielded word... nothing like it huh? Yes as always, I agree with you about how we must all relate, guess that's why we do it though isn't it, to see if we can manage to articulate something that someone else knows in their heart also. I think you & I feel similarly about things, sometimes I read your comments & think "oh, well, you've said it all now, well done". Makes me smile that there are so many good souls of kindred spirit ilk here on this sight. Actually I am sure we have connected before, it is so hard to keep up with all the lovely writers I'd like to & lately i am so inspired to write, you have to take a break on this sight so you can catch up on others work I think. Well I do. Cheers & thanks again. I feel spoiled again. But love the company here! x Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

meic

17 years 1 month ago

Sorry forgot my star rating

Sorry forgot my star rating [5 of course] btw Word-Weaver was a pre-write, though I decided on my second reading of your poem [when I customarily decide what comment I will make - if any] that this little piece would complement yours quite nicely. Complement, yes, and compliment, too - since I wouldn't have done this unless I had admired and enjoyed your work. Let's say [I hope I'm not being presumtuous] that I felt a degree of spiritual kinship which insisted I try to connect on some level. Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

deelilah

17 years 1 month ago

Hello Anni

I have been meaning for so long to connect with you. I just received a beautiful message from you and decided it was far about time. This poem must be just about perfect. I tend to write in rhyme, though I have strayed from time to time; but this is rhymed so perfectly that it reads as though it were not. I found wonderful alliterations, wonderful series, some in the same line: "press me, pin me, form me" --Syllables that slap Sibilant and syncopated drench my senses, honeyed sap Awesome. Yours, Deelilah

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

for all of us who are so seduced by the power of shaping words t

Ah gee thanks Deelilah, that is a great deal of praise, you know I think it's just years & years of writing songs,,, maybe you're like me... I have to do it, I can't NOT write, I simply must even all those years when it just sat in journals & books & I wondered why the hell I was wasting ink & paper (LOVED writing with fountain pens & purple ink!)... still I juust had to, I love having found this site now to share it and revel in the skills & courage of other writers! Hey thanks again, this is really for all of us who are so seduced by the power of shaping words to fit our wonder & weeping, our joy & lust, our pedestrian experiences & our incredulity. Cheers dear thing, I am amazed at how quickly I form affections on this site, I suppose it's the skinlessness of writing! xx Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

deelilah

17 years 1 month ago

Oops

Forgot the stars.

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Hah, you ARE like me, glad I'm not the only one!

Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

orgami

17 years 1 month ago

Congrats on Spotlight Cloudthings

a beautiful poem so richly deserving incredible!

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

This poem is for all who love & lust after wordiness & eloquence

Oh, no way!!!! I hate bumping you... hate bumping anyone in truth... Ah my dearest O' I don't believe I'd be here if not for the wonder & inspiration of your beuatiful writing & others here... This poem is for all of uswho love & lust after wordiness & eloquence. Thank you humbly & with the honour I feel to call you friend! Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

bunnymug

17 years 1 month ago

brilliant

loved it.

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Thank you so much

Hhah!!I wondered at the name & now I get it... warmed in a bunny mug & sweet for the morning sustainance. I can only say thank you, & will try to go read you asap. Cheers Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

infinite_dwarf

17 years 1 month ago

Daggum!

Little bit of warm weather, and Neo turns feisty! You're pretty good at putting the sizzle on. Nice writing. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- - "I wound her up, an' I shifted down, an' I offered this prayer to my Lord: Said, God, get me back home to Houston alive, an' I won't drive a truck anymore..." - Steve Earle

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

this write is all about the pleasure gained from reading on Neo

Hi Jess, & thank you... I don't know that term "Daggum"? Is that a locally brewed term? Over here If you call someone a dag it's like calling them a geek, though there's the more friendly use, I quite like referring to myself as a bit of a dag, dag & pretentiousness can't really sit together well, I'd rather hang with the dags myself. Yes, as I mention in my acknowledgements there seems to have been a spate of rather saucy poetic explorations... I don't have the excuse of spring or warmer weather, we're only just coming out of terrible heat & drought into Autumn (Fall)... I blame all you guys for inciting me to it... After all Jess, I have great inspiration in this place, & this write is all about the pleasure gained from reading the works herein! A little push to the cheeky side of course, just cos you can huh! Cheers, enjoy your Spring/summer! Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Ha hahhh hahhhh I love that picture... fantastic... "Cat checkin

Ha hahhh hahhhh I love that picture... fantastic... "Cat checking out the cartoon pages!" Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

orgami

17 years 1 month ago

Here you are

the spotlight looks good your poems breathe fire or settle quiet with glacial view the valley receeding in the mist distance I so enjoy watching poets become more words new angles variants emotions I read this again letting it drift into me like smoke from a distant fire Close my eyes and see the moons full light on a clear night the trees full of murmuring birds and insects temple meditations thanks Anni

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

you put such beautiful words together to indeed ...honour my own

Oh O' we seem to be monopolising the spotlight a little, I think we need to suggest a new scoring system so that space is better shared, since I DO feel spotlight is valid, but I also think that I would like to be able to vote for some workd, not as a choice of awesome, but as a choise of deserving to be put in spotlight from one to five or some variation on this, I shall discuss this with yet & see who is best to consider it... I do think it is good to vote for works you geninely think are awesome as well, I truly think it is important to acknowledge such works, but perhaps there should be a second category (not just rewrites either). Anyway, sorry, despite all that politics, I sooooo LOVED what you have written here, I am so lucky, love your writing feel, as ever, honoured you put such beautiful words together to indeed ...honour my own work... I do NOT take it for granted. Thank you BEAUTIFUL writing my friend. x Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 1 month ago

Wow!!

I felt naked and seduced, your words moved around me, taking me through a dance of pleasure. I loved the way it kept escalating into it's crescendo, then the soft tender drop like from heaven! Bravisima!! Congrats on the Light!!! thanks, Eddie Life is like a railroad track that leads to many junctures, if you stand on the track Love comes speeding along and runs you over!! Splat!!!!

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

this is how I feel about the works of all these wonderful Neopoe

Hi Eddie, thanks so much that was it's second trip to spotlight, Orgami & I both popping in & out it seems, I feel humbled to stand my writing next to his beautiful work. I love what you have written here, how lovely ... I was hoping some one might feel like this & there you are! But Eddie, this is how I feel about the works of all these wonderful Neopoets, seduced & brought to sensuous states of swooning & shocks of pleasure & slow warm sense of being woo'd. This is really one way of acknowledging that. Thanks & enjoy the thrill, it's a good life huh?! Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 1 month ago

Anni,

It truly is a good life, that of a poet! We get to speak our minds, so other may also feel the pain and pleasures of our plight through life. thanks, Eddie Life is like a railroad track that leads to many junctures, if you stand on the track Love comes speeding along and runs you over!! Splat!!!!

Proprietress o…

17 years 1 month ago

makes perfect sense...

what a tidal wave of a poem. eloquent, intimate, emotional. isn't it wonderful, to be able to feel something so strongly? that is our gift, I think. not the writing, anyone can do that. it is the intensity of feeling, the capability of observation and reflection. this is the fuel for our words, poetess. you show this beautifully in your piece. I couldn't quite find the rhyme scheme, which always irritates me, but that is just me. it'ss probably not important for the emotion of the poem anyway. your Proprietress

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Yes, same as good singing is as much about hearing as voice

Hi Proprietress of exquiste words, ta for dropping in, lovely to find you here, a wizard of lovely word weaving yourself... Yes, of course you would recognise the heart of this & I COMPLETELY agree with your sentiments here. I realised when I finally got an insight on how it worked to do a sketch when I was quite young... it is more about how you SEE something than what you do with the pencil... & I have carried that into my teaching of voice & song, it is actually more about what you hear & listen for that makes you a better singer... Of course you are so right here, it is what we feel before we can turn that into word portraits... Lovely insights thank you... & thank you for being a part of the wonderful word soup that so inspires me here... that's what this poem is about, how seduced & excited I get by the process of writing. Cheers Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."