Poetry

I was introduced to poetry back in 1998 by a lovely lady called Elizabeth Laughton.  We were working at the same company in Sydney and Elizabeth shared a few poems she had written about her boyfriend.  I was just blown away by the power of her words and just got poetry right there and then.  Before that, I was absolutely lost with it.

From that moment I remember fighting with words until the early hours of the next morning so I could present my first ever attempt at poetry.

I haven't really stopped from that day although time between writing can be hours, days or even years for me.

The following two poems date back to Sept 2005.

WARM TOUCH

An attraction exists, none to compare, your mind as spirited as the wind;
The enticing smile, the desirable wit, mystery shrouds the air.

Your softness exposed, temptation develops, your essence absorbed with no end;
The inviting tones, your alluring beauty, your desires infuse my air.

A depth of character, a welcoming smile, temptation knows no bounds;
To control oneself pains the heart, your discreet touch, sinfully withheld.

© Jason Williams 2005

A little perspective if you would like to know what it represents.  This took about an two hours to pull together and was quite pleased if I'm honest.

Perspective: Written as the person who is attracted to someone to expose their beauty everyone sees except her.  This captures provoking thoughts on an individual who underestimates themselves.

I've tried to emphasise her character and inner spirit while maintaining the desire created by her just walking by and me missing the accidental touch or graze of her hand.  To feel her warmth as it were.

 

The very next day and on the same subject, I created another which was to highlight inner desires.  80% of what you read below is what I didn't use in the first poem the previous day.

SOMETHING SPECIAL

My infatuation the drug with your love as the cure;
The resultant dose the fix, an absolute for evermore.

Your pinnacle so high with the passage so long;
An exhaustive journey to your heart, better tasted than gone.

To live is to yearn, is to dream is to caress;
Your lust will suffice but your touch eternally missed.

© Jason Williams 2005

With poetry, trying to find a subject is the most difficult thing I think.  When I do, I have a major burst of creative output.  I just can't stop and when your thoughts flow freely, you feel like nothing can stop you. 

A great feeling I must say.  Just a shame it doesn't happen more often :)