Friday, June 14, 2013

poetry friday



When I hear old 70s r&b tunes I remember those clumsy years:
my first bump and grind; nimble bodies trying to coalesce
but only getting twisted.


Oh we were on fire, but like accidental burnings we were everywhere,
raging out of control hormones consuming flesh
but we overlooked each other.

9 comments:

  1. By the 70s still bumping and grinding - well I was no longer out of control. Finally in! During the 60s I was out of control. The again today I am 66. I love that you are always so full of life. Thank you for that.

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  2. Liz,ah you rock. Life is good in part because I have been fortunate to connect with women Like you.

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  3. like accidental burnings we were everywhere...and that last line...i was a little later that, and mine was in mosh pit...but we were stars shining bright ready to burn out as well....

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  4. Ha, I recall a few times at the disco.. yes bumping and grinding and maybe a little more.. sweet memories (maybe)

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  5. Yes, the bump and grind at the disco, we were very self-involved, weren't we?

    Pamela

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  6. Accidental burnings...overlooking each other...that's so true...great write.

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  7. Ha. Very true. This is Karin - at Manicddaily on wordpress btw. k.

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  8. nimble bodies trying to coalesce / but only getting twisted

    This conveys that age and tension so effectively, LaTonya. Good pen. ~ M

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