A little fun with alliteration and form…
Category: Poetry
Passion Fire
A hot little poem about one of my “first times” 😉 — photo included.
Passion Fire
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I will not forget you
my memory still burns
with tearful recollection
remembrance of the first time
my eyes fell upon your
luscious curves
skin smooth as satin
aglow in golden orange
as you lay before me
seductive in the summer sunset
you torched my imagination
ignited my spirit
fired my soul
I wanted you so badly
to fondle you with fingertips
caress you with trembling lips
you promised such sweetness
but I’d been warned
by others who had dared partake
of your fiery charms
that it would end in tears
but I did not heed the counsel
in the heat of seduction
I fell upon you hungrily
taking you passionately
the moment of our union flared
hot as lava
scorching as an August sun
I was swept away
as I consumed your charms
aflame with desire
tasting your forbidden fruit
in a wanton blaze
I took my fill
but just as quick it ended
I should have listened
they knew you all too well
alas, you burned me badly
and only left me crying
but I never will forget you
— habanero… or your chili soul
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rob kistner © 2007
NOTE: The habanero is reputed to be one of the hottest chili’s on the planet!
Swoon!
Rob Kistner © 2007
SWOON!
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Eyes glide luxurious flesh,
tracing the soft edge of dark and light
where the moon fondles your form,
folding itself upon you through the open window.
Eyes embrace full measure your lyrical essence,
lost in the silken tangles of your hair,
radiant in back-light,
fanning in soft wisps your graceful neck.
Eyes linger on eager bud of tender breast,
pause, entranced by the velvet flower
sensuously shadowed in satin cleft,
where supple limb meets supple limb.
Enraptured by this vision, sweet aglow,
I swoon, and swell to bursting – intoxicated!
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To hear poem read by author, click here
Rob Kistner © 2007
Yahtz
Uninspired
A poem about writer’s block, and a steamy night!
Awe!
This is my poem for the June 3rd, Sunday Scribblings prompt: “Town & Country”. NOTE: There is a recorded “spoken word” version also available here, located at the bottom of the post.
Continue reading Awe!
Sunset
This is my post for the Poetry Thursday, May 24th prompt: write a poem using dialog.
Author’s note: In “Sunset”, a couple sits on the Oregon coast, watching the sunset. The man has just learned of the passing of his friend since childhood. The woman tries to lift the emotions of the moment by pointing out the rich warm colors of the evening — the man is drawn to the dark, more somber hues. They both need this sunset. This piece is a simple study in contrast, the beauty of the sunset agaisnt the sadness of the loss.
Unmask
This is my post for Sunday Scribblings, May 20th, 2007.
Stretched
This is my second post for Poetry Thursday, May 17, 2007. This post contains a written version of the poem and an alternate “spoken word” version.
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The Cast
Author’s note: I love fly-fishing the breathtaking Cascade mountain streams near my home. Native trout are plentiful, and very active. The sound of the rushing water, the crisp breeze in the conifers, backlit by sunrise, is absolutely intoxicating.
The body rhythms of fly-casting are so engaging, and when surrounded by such natural beauty — it’s mesmerizing! It is a Zen-like experience, in which I loose myself completely, escaping the stress and pressures of day-to-day life.
The fluid feel of the cast is exhilarating. I wrote this poetic homage to the experience.
Continue reading The Cast
Blueberry Elf
This is a whimsical post in response to the Poetry Thursday May 17th prompt.
Sentenced
This is my post for the Sunday Scribblings’ May 13th prompt: “second chanceâ€.
Lost in Azure
This is the post for my Poetry Thursday’s May 10th prompts: azure and erode. Continue reading Lost in Azure
The Patient Sea
This was originally written and posted in 2007.”
Indian Beach, Oregon Coast
the chest of the wave
slams the massive boulder
the great stone rocks back
undetectably
with a deep thud
more felt than heard
it bumps solid
against the face of the cliff
to which it crowds
as the spent wave recedes
the hulking mass settles again
immovable as bedrock
defying the next swell
and the next
and the next
but the sea is patient
this steadfast giant
in the ebb and flow of time
will acquiesce
becoming the grains of sand
upon which it now rests
Indian Beach sunset, Oregon Coast
rob kistner © 2007
The two photos immediately above I captured years ago in the month of September. The top photo is the Heceta Head lighthouse on the Oregon Coast. I loved the powerful visual impact created by the tiny lighthouse, beside the vast Pacific Ocean. The bottom photo is of sunset at Indian Beach, also on the Oregon Coast. I digitally rendered both originals into giclée on dappled canvass. “Lighthouse” measures 36″W x 46″H and “September Sunset” measures 60″W x 24″H.
NOTE: below are two tighter shots of the Heceta Head lighthouse pictured in the giclée above to give you a better sense of scale. The people pictured in the photo at the very bottom below enhance perspective of scale even further.
The Bear
Author’s note: This following piece, “The Bear”, is a terrifying tale. My wife and I love hiking the Oregon wilderness on the edge of which we live. Wildlife is still plentiful in the Cascade Mountains. One must always be cautious. This Pacific Northwest is wild and beautiful, but it is still dangerous.
Continue reading The Bear