Tonya

Apr 24, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

A Wicked Enchantment

Mighty Wizard of words

Spill thy seeds of unchaste suggestion

Plant wicked thoughts that

Sprout flames of wanton passion

This vine of un-caution winds and

Weaves silky tendrils of iron

Around limbs and through tresses

‘Round and ‘round in a velvet cocoon

And all the while, soft petals hiding

The prick of thorns, sharp beneath the leaves

A mutation of Morning Glories wild,

Deep within some treacherous forest

A bed of words tatted in lacy pattern

Filtered from a lofty canopy

Strains the sun to muted light

In emerald flows and shadows

Mushroom smells; all that is Earthy

Pungent and ripe, ready for the picking

Swollen with imprudent delight

Take heed in what thee may harvest

— Tonya, Apr 24, 2009

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Critiques

Tonya

17 years 1 month ago

lol, Kelsey

You are such a sweetie. (even with your dark side!) um.... let me explain.. Words, powerful little symbols we use every day that have the ability to sway our moods, our ideas and deepest of all, our emotions and feelings. At times, they have such a strong lure on people, we may not realize the impact. I think we have to pay heed, and worry even, that we do not become so immersed that we let ourselves be carried away on their tide. They are beautiful and strong and make us dream of possibilities we may not other wise entertain or even thought of for that matter. I thank you for your time in reading. I love the comments and feedback. I think it makes us all better writers when we take the time to give our opinions and thoughts. Thanks again Always Sincere, Tonya

meic

17 years 1 month ago

Beautifully smoothly written

Beautifully smoothly written - this fairly slithers smoothly down the page [and into my consciousness]. The references to 'proximity senses' [touch, smell] give this a grounded immediacy and a personal impact missing when only the distance senses [sight hearing] are engaged. The net result, for me, is that I felt deeply involved to the very end. You could say enchanted, especially by the final superb stanza. Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

Tonya

17 years 1 month ago

Isn't it amazing

the power that can be weilded with the words we use? I thank you sir for your lovely comments. And, am very pleased, indeed, that you feel the 'senses' offered here. The association of our brain and these words we read, staggers one. Read a word, associate it immediately with the sound or smell or feeling. And when they are combined in a poem or prose or simple thought, the results can truly be a satisfying journey to the soul and mind. Again, my thanks for your time in reading and your comments. Always sincere, Tonya

orgami

17 years 1 month ago

canopied bed the forest smells

the shaking bed canopy swaying the clearing chaste ready trembling neath pricked sky of stars perk like slender kisses down curved bent throats the empty darkness slaked about the chill of it wavering Fantastic poem Tonya

Tonya

17 years 1 month ago

Thank you Orgami

lol, I think you could very well fit into being a 'wizard of word' you have this uncanny ability to give us all so many ideas to swirl around in our brains. Love the comment, a poem unto itself. and there again, placed in a concise litte arrangement and pattern that sends the brain off in some land of imagination. *sigh Very glad you enjoyed the poem. Thanks for reading and commenting. Always Sincere, Tonya

Tonya

17 years 1 month ago

Of Course, Always Sincere!

Thank you Julie. I very much appreciate that. I like trying different styles. don't know if it is so much as trying, as just what my brain is presenting at the moment. Most of it rhymes, for some reason, it just comes out that way. I will have to find some of that darker stuff that lurks and has lurked, we all have a black side. Usually i try to push it far to the left and out of sight though. heehee.. yea, mutated morning glories.. something pretty, and wild, but with teeth (like the venus fly trap in 'little house of horrors'..hahahahaha) okay, i'm getting goofy now. Thank you again for reading and the comments.. i love those. It helps give encouragement, which we all need. I'm very glad you liked the poem. Always Sincere :) Tonya

deelilah

17 years 1 month ago

Hello Tonya

I loved your own comment back to Julie, about the venus fly trap. Then I went back and read your lovely poem over. It's hard to pick one of these metaphors out, they are all so good. But I will go with this one: 'This vine of un-caution winds and Weaves silky tendrils of iron Around limbs and through tresses ‘Round and ‘round in a velvet cocoon' I think we all allow temptation to draw us to some point, believing we can pull back from peril in time. Silky tendrils might be OK until we discover they're made of iron from which there's no escape. I found a new twist on this theme in each verse. The poem was captivating and the language enchanting. Yours, Deelilah

Tonya

17 years 1 month ago

My dear Deelilah,

I must apologize. I don't know how i missed your comment. Very glad i found it though. Exactly, with the temptations and thinking we can remain in control, until those iron bonds we have allowed to grow snare us. Then, theres no way out without someone getting hurt. I am delighted you enjoyed the ideas presented in the poem. reading back over it, there is a slightly...suggestive idea that had not been my intention. Overall, i felt it was a warning, perhaps, for those ideas.. ah, well. Thank you for reading. It really is much appreciated. Always, Tonya