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Don't all rush to answer that! I don't mean in general, but in one specific way.
Recently I've taken to writing erotic haiku. And sometimes tanka. I remind you, I have been widowed and celibate for two years, am not hankering for a new lover, and have just turned 75.
Recently I've taken to writing erotic haiku. And sometimes tanka. I remind you, I have been widowed and celibate for two years, am not hankering for a new lover, and have just turned 75.
What strikes me as even odder is that I wasn't doing it when I did have an active sex life.
Oh all right, I did write erotic poetry in decades past, and was quite famous (or infamous) for some of it. But that was long ago, and the impetus was more often frustration than satisfaction. Urgency, you know.
One of my friends on facebook must have joined me up to the erotic haiku group. I didn't know it existed until one day the posts started appearing in my news feed. I felt like a voyeur, and said so. 'Voyeurs r us,' a stranger replied cheerfully.
I thought I'd never be able to join in with such frankness.
And yet, the language was far less explicit than my decades-ago pieces of raging lust. Sensuality and romance were the goal, rather than porn. The metaphors were suggestive but delicate. I started to think I too could create something like that. Although I have no lover now, I do have both imagination and memory!
By now I have created 17, since I began in March. I really enjoy crafting them with the right blend of delicacy and sensuality. Other people in the group like what I write. The admins are collecting the ones they like best for possible inclusion in an anthology later. Several of mine have been saved, which is very gratifying.
Perhaps I am sublimating; perhaps I am consoling myself. I don't really care. All I know for sure is that I enjoy making these pretty things. And it seems I have a gift for it. *Beatific smile.*
I post them to the fb erotic haiku group as I write them, and collect each month's efforts into one post on my poetry blog. You can check 'em out here if you like (bearing in mind that November's are not there yet). The fb group is now closed at 2000 members, very few of whom actually post.
Are all the others readers? Probably not; probably they've just wandered away and forgotten. Even so, I'm glad there are enough readers who say they like what I write. And every so often someone I hadn't heard of before posts something, so perhaps they are all still there all the time. I'm so glad my friend (I think I know which one) joined me up before the membership was closed.
Oh all right, I did write erotic poetry in decades past, and was quite famous (or infamous) for some of it. But that was long ago, and the impetus was more often frustration than satisfaction. Urgency, you know.
One of my friends on facebook must have joined me up to the erotic haiku group. I didn't know it existed until one day the posts started appearing in my news feed. I felt like a voyeur, and said so. 'Voyeurs r us,' a stranger replied cheerfully.
I thought I'd never be able to join in with such frankness.
And yet, the language was far less explicit than my decades-ago pieces of raging lust. Sensuality and romance were the goal, rather than porn. The metaphors were suggestive but delicate. I started to think I too could create something like that. Although I have no lover now, I do have both imagination and memory!
By now I have created 17, since I began in March. I really enjoy crafting them with the right blend of delicacy and sensuality. Other people in the group like what I write. The admins are collecting the ones they like best for possible inclusion in an anthology later. Several of mine have been saved, which is very gratifying.
Perhaps I am sublimating; perhaps I am consoling myself. I don't really care. All I know for sure is that I enjoy making these pretty things. And it seems I have a gift for it. *Beatific smile.*
I post them to the fb erotic haiku group as I write them, and collect each month's efforts into one post on my poetry blog. You can check 'em out here if you like (bearing in mind that November's are not there yet). The fb group is now closed at 2000 members, very few of whom actually post.
Are all the others readers? Probably not; probably they've just wandered away and forgotten. Even so, I'm glad there are enough readers who say they like what I write. And every so often someone I hadn't heard of before posts something, so perhaps they are all still there all the time. I'm so glad my friend (I think I know which one) joined me up before the membership was closed.
I expect it is a bit weird, but that ain't gonna stop me.
Oh, and btw, the link above will also lead you to my most notorious piece of erotica from the old days, lol.
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ReplyDeletecaptlychee
As everyone knows
Septuagenarians
Make the best poets.
I'm sure Sylvia Plath would've said that if, you know…
snakypoet
Ah, another great truth uncovered! :-D
satyapriya
Not weird. And what is weird anyway? I might baulk at erotic bestiality poems or summat, but otherwise, carry on, dear.