Short poems~ W/T'ness ~ She Looks at Me

[VicariousSmoochies]

This poem is a reflection of the essence of W/T. It could be from either point of view but I wrote it more on behalf of Willow, from when they got back together, and Willow's feelings of seeing Tara again.



(Sorry Maudmac and other Mods for putting this in the wrong place)



Feedback welcome and thank you for reading.

She looks at me

Upwards, a glance

A beacon of light

Dancing before me

A twilight of song

within her eyes.



Through me

And all between

The lines of expression

Convey words

Without

Wording at all.

This is how

She looks at me.



Embers sparking

The canvass bare

A touch here

A sacred breath

Washes me

Over.

Sense memories of when

She was mine.



Upwards, a glance

Shadows will dance

In the room before me.

Her eyes beg of mine

I steady a gaze

Because this woman

Is all I am.

Whenever she looks at me.

Edited by: VicariousSmoochies at: 7/19/03 6:49 am

[bulldog tidnab]

goodness... this was amazing VS. i'm very nearly speechless. this, this has been well worth rereading over and over. really just a joy to read it.

loved the entire second stanza.

and this.. this was simplywonderful :

Quote:

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Because this woman

Is all I am.

Whenever she looks at me.

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nicely done. really. wow....

*woof*

Edited by: Warduke at: 7/15/03 7:09 pm

[sam7777]

Beautiful! Lovely imagery and very loving. Thanks.

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I see dead lesbian cliches

[VicariousSmoochies]

Thank you Bulldog Tidnab! I really do appreciate your kudos! Twas a first in the poetry realm for me.



Thank you, too Sam7777! I was putting this one up the same time you left feedback...I didn't mean to overlook!



So, with that, I'll brave the waters and try out another one then...





This particular one is in the same time frame of when Willow lost Tara, found herself through her own darkness in the process of losing her love, and in the end, reclaimed what was always hers. That be Tara. This was written in a beat format so if you can get going, it should flow okay.

Promises



The shores whispered

Of secrets so cold,

Promises were lost

When truths were told.

The skies of night

shed tears I lacked

and you turned away,

The color of black.



While I had laid

Upon the sand

The stars decreed

Betrayal at hand.

But you held to me

and lighted a prose

Looking from glasses,

The color of rose.



Within my garden

A seedling grew

It rooted in life

And began anew.

Tho I never let go

The promise I threw,

I searched in myself,

For the color of you.



Feeling some sun

Inside my heart

The darkness I knew

Had fallen apart.

The path may question

How we unfold

But having you here,

The color of gold.



Forgiveness of heart

Is nothing new

Nurtured from love,

It brought me to you.

I keep this promise

To shelter our light

My lover, my song

The color of white.

Tara: It's not really so much about hating the men

Willow: We're more centered around the girl on girl action

Edited by: VicariousSmoochies at: 7/15/03 7:32 pm

[SJ]

Love your poetry

Good expressive writing

[sam7777]

I'm not usually into fan poetry but I realy like what you are doing. The short lines and rhymes have a great rhythm when spoken aloud. It has the same kind of elegance of language and simplicity that I find in the poetry of William Blake which I also like to read aloud. This bit is great:

Quote:

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Forgiveness of heart

Is nothing new

Nurtured from love,

It brought me to you.

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Lovely.

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I see dead lesbian cliches

Edited by: sam7777  at: 7/17/03 6:12 pm

[VicariousSmoochies]

Thank you Sam7777 and SJ for your feedback! As always, I very much appreciate it. It gives me the umph to continue....and, of course, please feel free to leave feedback, if anyone should so feel inspired.



So, how might Willow express the first time she kissed Tara? In my head, between Hush and the spell-casting in New Moon Rising, and if she were a poet, perhaps it might go like this....





Tasting your lips

Kissing for the first time

My heart seized

Trembling and tumbling

My hands knew not what to do.



My lips begged for more

A need for the taking

You sought my fever

Quenched me with your wetness

And I knew I needed more.



Your hair of spun gold

Mingling with mine

Playing like

Sunshine in autumn leaves.

I tasted your passion

And quenched you with my wetness.

I knew you needed more.



A spell was all I wanted

For some purpose

Demons or vampires

I know not which.

It wove itself a thread

Into you and into me.

The spell was cast

But I’m the one

Falling for your magick.

And now I need you more.

[maudmac]

Whoa, Kelly, that's really nice there.



You do have a good ear for the rhythm of poetry.



I've had my issues with popular concepts of poetry, but there is no doubt that a poem with good meter is a very nice thing, indeed.



I'm glad you're posting these and I look forward to more.

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Pussy crack corn...and I don't care! -- Margaret Cho

[SJ]

Your poetry does indeed have a good rthythm to it

Thanks for sharing

[VicariousSmoochies]

Maudmac and SJ ~ Thank you much for your postive encouragement to keep a' postin' along...so, I will lighten up the mood just a bit with some more Willow thoughts (according to moi, of course) on how she may have metered out to her friends her newness in wanting to come out.



Thank you for reading and sharing your time!





Coming Along





I am so in love

But it’s unconventional

How do I explain

Something unintentional?

What will they think?

What will they say?

I didn’t know

I was programmed this way….

Buffy will freak

Xander might, too.

Anya, who cares…

But what will Giles do!

Will they all stare

When we kiss or hold hands?

Now, I’m in girl’s town

Can I take the demands?

Oh but I’m in love

So what the hay

Can’t help myself

I must be programmed that way!

[Lt Sticks]

hey VS, these are awesome, i especially loved the last one, with this bit...





"Buffy will freak

Xander might, too.

Anya, who cares…

But what will Giles do!"



hehe i think the whole house heard me laughing when i got to the Anya bit



Awesome stuff, cant wait for more



~Sticks

A fire in my heart, reborn from the ashes...just call me Phoenix



I'm Under Your Spell, nothing I can do, you just took my soul with you...

[VicariousSmoochies]

down to Lt Sticks~ Thank you much and I'm happy to know you got a hoot out of the Anya line. Sorta seemed Willow-ish, to give concern to everyone else but Anya...



Back to something sensual, I think. I have written much on behalf of Willow so I am going to attempt to pen some thoughts Tara might express, esp. each time she looks into those huge, green eyes.

Take





Make love with me.

Rapture me.

This body of mine

can’t wait.



Part through me

the thick waters

you’ve entered

and

do what you do.

Because,

I must feel you.

Inside.



Seduce me again

With sweet torture,

This body of mine

can’t wait.



Slipping inside

deeper each time

I come

and

I’ll do what I do.

Because,

I must feel you.

Inside.



Kiss me full

the quake inside

This body of mine

can’t wait.



Releasing again

on waves

of pleasure

You

claim me as yours.

Because,

I must feel you.

Inside.

Tara: It's not really so much about hating the men

Willow: We're more centered around the girl on girl action

[Lt Sticks]

oh, the imagery that one created...veeery nice...

A fire in my heart, reborn from the ashes...just call me Phoenix



I'm Under Your Spell, nothing I can do, you just took my soul with you...

[SJ]

Liked both your poems

Coming Along was fun

Take was very sensual

[barnabasvamp]

I am continually amazed at how well your words flow. The rhythm gets one "involved" in the poem.



Thanks for sharing!

BV

"When choosing between two evils, I always like to take the one I've never tried before"-Mae West

[bulldog tidnab]

going to second my favorite vamp here. this was wonderfully involving. beautifully worded.

going back to the second poem you posted i have to say, the lines I searched in myself,/For the color of you really popped out at me.

fantastic stuff. really.

*woof*

"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." -Friedrich Nietzsche

[sam7777]

Quote:

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Rapture me.

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That's quite an image. Great poems. Great to get one from Tara's POV.

[Vizier Mountian]

VS, you're a great poet.

[VicariousSmoochies]

First I must say thank you to each person who took the time to post a response to my poems. It's such a vulnerable process...to express yourself through words that hopefully others may relate to and enjoy...



Lt Sticks ~ Thank you, again, for reading and leaving words of praise and encouragement. I'm happy that some of these poems create imagery in your senses!



SJ ~ Again, for always leaving an encouraging note for me!



Barnabasvamp ~ Wow! I completely appreciate you going into some detail with what it was you liked...and thank you so much!



Bulldog Tidnab ~ Love your av! Thank you, too, for posting lovely feedback! Especially since your poetry is so danged amazing!



Sam7777 ~ Seeing your name always brings a smile. Thank you for 'talking' with me about the you know what...and the fact that you support the poetry, even though you're normally not a fan of it, really means a lot.



Vizier Mountain ~ You brought smiles all the way around, too. Thank you very much!



So, again, I have written another Tara perspective poem, especially written from when she first saw Willow ever...and how Willow changed her world.





The First of Many







Each time I looked

from behind

blonde cascading curtains;

this hidden veil

manufactured

to escape or to hide

the hard world I live in,

and

In this protection I created,

I didn’t see much

which moved me

or challenged my bravery...

Until I saw

your face familiar,

a warm painting

rich on the palette of life.

You are home

for my longing eyes

from where I peer behind

such shadowed veils.

And in you

I see so much more

Because

In this hard world I live in,

there exists a place

inside of me

to celebrate again.

In you

I’m uncloaked

and

vulnerable in my flesh.

Return to me another smile

and I will offer you

all I can give.

[SJ]

You capture that moment so well with your poem

Great words

[barnabasvamp]

Beautiful expression of just how much another person can change how you feel inside.



BV

"When choosing between two evils, I always like to take the one I've never tried before"-Mae West

[VicariousSmoochies]

Again, I thank SJ and Barnabasvamp for posting me niceties to keep a' going!



So, guess I shall....





Through a touch

you fill this oasis.

Through your pain

you've healed inside.

Through your body

you loved me complete.

When we're torn

I ache.

When we're joined,

nothing is as perfect.



It's late in the night

and I lay awake

watching the rise and fall

of your chest.

I reach out to caress

your golden strands

and move in closer

than I was before.

You are the spell

which amazes me.

You are the magic

I'm nothing without.



"Wake up, my baby.

I am parched again."



And she rolls me over

onto my belly

pressing her body into mine.

How could I ever

lose this again?

Whatever Heaven may be,

surely this cannot compare.

[maudmac]

Kelly, wow, that's great. I'm liking these a lot. Please feel free to crank out as many as your muse will let you have.

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Green green grass surrounding me / Wind is blowing through the trees / Sun is bright and I feel happy -- Shonen Knife

[SJ]

Enjoyed reading that poem

Great writing

[VicariousSmoochies]

Maudmac and SJ~ Thank you!! I'm happy that the muse within gives me words to tinker with and that those words are received well!



The muse has spoken again...so here I go!





So, the morning sun

rises

and brings us

into a new day.

Into the light

of our bedroom

you capture what a sunrise should be.

The splendor of gold

frames your face

and spills across my cheek.

“Good morning, Tara.”

I say

barely a whisper....

I’ve awaited all night

for this very moment indeed.

Your fingers curl

around my own.

A resounding strength

and compassion

unfolds beneath my breast.

You tease me with breakfast

but I’ve plans of my own....

Tara: It's not really so much about hating the men

Willow: We're more centered around the girl on girl action

[barnabasvamp]

Shame on me!! I missed one, *pout* Gotta love the muse

Quote:

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I’ve awaited all night

for this very moment indeed.

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Beautiful, yet touching.



BV

"When choosing between two evils, I always like to take the one I've never tried before"-Mae West

[SJ]

Your poem conjures up great images

[sam7777]

Quote:

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You tease me with breakfast

but I’ve plans of my own....

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Great images indeed! I really like the style you use with your poetry: the shore but poignant phrases.

[VicariousSmoochies]

Barnabasvamp, SJ and Sam7777...you guys are always wonderful and supportive. It's kinda like having a mini-audience to peform for...and it's cathartic for my innards.



Well, this time of hour calls to me again. The muse has yet another thought...so I'll post it before it leaves me!





A Tara perspective. Things aren't always what they appear on the surface...and I'll continue on this poem for a bit as I do like thinking out of Tara's mind and heart.







Does my shyness fool you?

Does my stutter leave you

laughing?

When I hang my head

in those moments

where words escape me,

do you feel shame

for me

or for yourself?

Might you wonder

why I appear so insecure?



I am layered

and multi-faceted.

As much as the gemstone

which shines under brilliant

circumstances.

Sometimes,

it takes light

to see the clarity

but in that light

you also see the flaws.



Can you accept this?

I think you can.



I have been watching you.

Silently.

Pleading with my eyes.

A quiet search into yours.

I will find you

when a moment allows me to.

And,

without forcing

and,

without pushing too much,

I will ask

for your friendship

at the very least.

But my eyes

will tell you

that I want so much more.



I will hope for so much more.

[Drakkenfyre]

The Lady Dragon glides into the thread landing quietly. My dear, I must apologize for my lateness in this post. I am still getting back into the swing of things. Ihave read your wonderful words that you have written...so filled with the power of the emotions that we all strive to feel. Brava my dear brava. That is quite some muse you have. Always stay true to your muse and your poetry and talent will remain true to you. Again, I beg your forgiveness in my lateness. I will be more prompt next time. *the Lady Dragon bows to you and disappears in a swirl of blue mist*



Drakkenfyre

The Lady Dragon

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius. -- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart