OceanBreeze
March 1, 2004

Poetry: Softness

Softness
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Morning’s breath
Invigorated me today —
Realigned my sense of touch
And put a smile upon my face.

Eyes half open,
Laying beside my love;
Hair spread around,
Hands holding soft, but snug.

Cuddled in bed linens,
Curtains drawn to shun the light.
Murmur of her sleeping,
Finishing out another night.

Fingers dancing down her back,
Learning again her smoothness;
Picture perfect skin,
Reminded of how I love this.

I must be lucky one
To be inspired by such beauty.

©2004, Joe Jenkins

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JustWannaBeLoved
March 2, 2004

🙂

Chopped Liver
March 2, 2004

: )

“fingers dancing” is a nice piece of imagery. thats the sort of thing you should develop as a consistency in your work. i’m not criticizing, i like your poem, but i think your writing would be stronger if you emphasized “showing” over “telling”.

Wow! I love this poem! The way you express yourself is pure beauty. The wording is perfect and consistant through out the entire thing. You drew me into it.

i really like this one, makes me wish i still had that 🙁 <3morgie

mad4rob
March 2, 2004

aww baby! that’s about me! (heh unless you woke up this morning next to girlfriend #2) *looks at megan* LOL! that made my day, baby! *hugs and kisses* i love you!!!!!

Princess Tiff
March 2, 2004

ryn: aww im sorry my post wasn’t about you…but obviously thats ok because someone else has made you happy…::tears:: 😉

=O) isabel

zinn
March 3, 2004

ahhhh! love this!

painfullybroken
March 3, 2004

Wow! I love your poem. You write very well, but then again I like all your poems

Lonely Aphredite
March 3, 2004

wow…breathtaking…good visual with this one

yourdesire;
March 3, 2004

I like this one. Take care xoxo

awesome..I love that one!!!

I aim to lecture her about it…the plagerizing that is. I hate when people take others poems and claim them as their own…it’s happened to me before, and I threatened legal actions however, I never persued them b/c A) i was broke and lacked sufficient funds and B) it was mainly a threat..they have henceforth never plagerized anything again. I hope that your poetry that I find so wonederfully….

put together with rhyme and awesome images, stays within the safety of the rightful poets hands. And just keep writing because…. DANG. If only I could compose poetry half as well as you…something to challenge myself with I guess…thank you for the challenge. I guess I better be headed down to the auditorioum, my part is almos here…oh acting! oh sweet stage! Oh characters! i heart acting. =)

Mercuria
March 3, 2004

Aww, purdy. 🙂

iNsomniA...
March 4, 2004

oh ok. thanks then/.

Lonely Aphredite
March 5, 2004

wow.really ive been here almost 4…makes me feel old

that’s some powerful stuff…wow. you really should look into the whole publishing thing some more, someone out there is bound to see your immense talent and say, hey, we want that guy’s stuff in a book! this is great stuff!

Wow,anything I try and write will not live up the feelings that poem makes me feel, that is wonderful, you are gifted.

how’s life? i mailed you a card but i forgot to put a return address label on it (i was so out of it when i was doing those letters!) hope to hear from you soon! have a nice day. :)`

Just look at this poem, for example. witch baby was the only one who dared question the idol. I don’t mean any disrespect and encourage further poetics from Joe, but (to Joe:) do you have any poems that go below the surface? To me, too many of them revolve around “me and my sweetie” (my quote). They don’t seem to have anything insightful about love, relationships, an individual’s personality…

etc. (your main themes). You paint a beautiful picture, in the way that a certain shade of red might make a beautiful wallpaper, but, ultimately, it is 1-dimensional. We don’t get any look into the feelings themselves, all we see are the labels. Perhaps this is your message as an artist that we may never pierce the soul? If that’s the case, may I refer you to some of Browning’s poems…

(i.e. “To Marguerite” and “Isolation” (they really form a 2-parter)). I like your style. You don’t have to sound like a famous poet to become a famous poet, obviously. However, I notice that your style lacks depth. Again, maybe this is the poetry of a new generation that has become so inundated with the superficial that even its “art” is shallow. Regardless, I will continue reading your poems…

and have yet to read them all and make a final (always subjective) “judgement”. Thanks for reading, –M

Sorry to “flame” you out in the open. I forgot about the p.notes, but I still probably wouldn’t have used it. My AIM screenname is RobotLegolas. Perhaps we can chat it up sometime. You’ve been on my Favorites for at least a month now, so don’t think I hate you or your poetry ( though I honestly am “unmoved”, shall we say, by most of your poems 🙁 ). Any harshness of tone is due to my sensational..

(ist) style in my diary, and my aggresive nature when seeking truth and looking for improvement in myself or in others. I don’t mean to “convert” you into any sort of theory on art I may have. Your art is your art. I’d like to talk sometime on poetry sometime.

Right now I’m reading your latest notes in my diary. You talk about the vagueness of later-20th-century poets. I disagree. For quite some time, and still partly now, I felt like the last generation of poets did a “cop-out” in being so darned vague. I was like, “Why can’t they be like the Victorian writers?” They were deep and you could read the meaning if you analyzed it. Then along come people…

like T.S. Eliot (i.e. “The Waste Land”) and it just seems like an accumulation of rubbish. The man was in a sanotarium while finishing up that poem, for crying out loud. Yet, as even now (this is all very recent) I am looking at his poem, it is perhaps too meaningful. A lot of artists today, I feel, are vague for two reasons: 1) they want their work to have more meaning by not assigning a…

particular meaning (and I feel that is partly a “cop-out”, though if you can write things like that, you must have some skill (at least skill in “writing things like that” which makes the big bucks 😉 )). The other artists are vague because they don’t want to spell it out. Meaning is not as clear-cut. Since Kierkegaard etc. there was a revolution, “paradox is truth?” “we have to find our own…

meaning?” To me, in Eliot’s “The Waste Land”, it’s like he gives little clues for us to come to a meaning. And, though it is cliche, part of the meaning is following the clues, and maybe we may come to find there is no meaning in meaning (another paradox). I like that kind of vagueness. The kind that lures you in, like standing outside a dark cave, there is light in the darkness, but a poet…

can’t show you, you have to show yourself, and I like Eliot (even though I don’t think he’s a total genius and I begrudge the fact he was a bit nutty) since he guides the reader to some meaning, which makes it so personal and universal at the same time (it can be said that the personal is universal since we are individuals). So, lol, back to your poetry, I just feel a bit repelled by the vagueness

rather than drawn in, but that’s just me. These darn text-boxes don’t let you type enough, but it’s probably for the best to keep my rampant typings on a tight leash. You’re probably already bored at this rambling. Nice “talking” to you. Write on! –M

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