Guide* (Poem & Behind-The-Scenes)

guide poem by Greta Stone D/s Dom sub

This poem was written from a daily prompt hosted by Tasty Poem on Twitter.  The title is the prompt word. ❤ See more frequent posts on Twitter (text only) and Instagram (with graphics).

Absorbed
in you
I am blind
to the world,
your touch
my anchor,
your voice
my guide.

~Greta Stone

 

Behind-The-Scenes

I want it to be about the absolute trust a sub has for her Dom, that he knows her 100%, what she can handle and what she needs.

[blindfolded/dark]
your voice
my guide

I don’t necessarily want a literal blindfold, but a conscious one, like when the whole world is shut off except his touch at the moment.

Oblivious,
the world
reduced
to your touch,
I am blind,
your touch
my anchor,
your voice
my guide.

I can’t have touch twice.

Oblivious,
the world
reduced
to you,
I am blind,
your touch
my anchor,
your voice
my guide.

The opening is a bit stuttery and I don’t think it’s portraying the message I intend. Oblivious can be taken in a negative way but I don’t mean for it to be.

Absorbed
in you
I am blind
to the world,
your touch
my anchor,
your voice
my guide.

Surge (Poem & Behind-The-Scenes)

Surge - Poem by Greta Stone

 

This poem was written from a daily prompt hosted by Tasty Poem on Twitter.  The title is the prompt word. This was my most popular poem for the second half of May. ❤ See more frequent posts on Twitter (text only) and Instagram (with graphics).

I curb you
advances
until a
tidal surge
of lust
engulfs me
and I indulge

~Greta Stone

 

Behind-The-Scenes

What comes to me right away is:

a tidal surge of love

Totally cliche but I plan to fix that.

[does something endearing]
[which leads to]
a tidal surge of love

Or what if I’m fighting love, putting up walls, and it overcomes me. I like that better.

[resist your advances]
until a
tidal surge of love
engulfs me

Love is really irritating me. Way TF too cliche. Lust? Meh, we’ll see. I use that a lot.

[resist your advances]
until a
tidal surge of lust
engulfs me

I do some thesaurus searching on resist which leads to curb.

I curb my
[feelings for you]
until a
tidal surge
of lust
engulfs me
[and I cave/indulge?]

Thesaurus: feelings attraction appeal advances. I’ve come full circle to my earlier word.

I curb your
advances
until a
tidal surge
of lust
engulfs me
and I indulge

Meh. It’ll do. I’m tired today.

Funny that you all loved it so much on Twitter. I ❤ my fans.

Tangled Hues of Red (Poem & Behind-The-Scenes)

Tangled Hues of Red - Poem by Greta Stone

 

This poem was written from a daily prompt hosted by MadVerse on Twitter.  The title is the prompt phrase. ❤ See more frequent posts on Twitter (text only) and Instagram (with graphics).

In my green
I haunt you
to paralyze
my blue.
When at last
you beg,
I come in
tangled
hues of red.

~Greta Stone

 

Behind-The-Scenes

Tangled hues of red immediately made me think of tangled sheets and red, swollen body parts. (Big surprise.) So I started with…

come in
tangled
hues of red

I knew that would be the closing because it packs punch. To open, I wanted contrast. The complement to red is green. The most obvious way to use green is to represent envy or jealousy.

In my green [jealousy]
I stalk you
[some other action]
and
come in
tangled
hues of red

I felt it needed a beat in between. Something else needed to happen between the stalk and the come. Plus I like odd numbers (as we’ve discussed) so I wanted a third color. Blue came to mind first, representing sadness and depression.

In my green [jealousy]
I stalk you
to chase away
my blue [sadness]
_________
and
come in
tangled
hues of red [passion]

Chase away… bleh. I did some searching for a better word. Paralyze went perfect with stalking. There still needed to be a beat before coming, unless I planned to rape the subject of the poem. haha

In my green [jealousy]
I stalk you
to paralyze
my blue [sadness]
until finally
you yield
and I
come in
tangled
hues of red [passion]

Finally throws off the rhythm. And yield is weak.

In my green [jealousy]
I haunt you
to paralyze
my blue. [sadness]
When at last
you beg,
I come in
tangled
hues of red. [passion]

Perfect. I love the accidental rhyming of you/blue and beg/red.

Liquid (Poem & Behind-The-Scenes)

 

Liquid - Poem by Greta Stone

This poem was written from a daily prompt hosted by Tasty Poem on Twitter.  The title is the prompt word. ❤ See more frequent posts on Twitter (text only) and Instagram (with graphics).

You pour
your liquid
heart in
my hands
and storm
when I
fail to
contain it.

~Greta Stone

 

Behind-The-Scenes

For some reason this popped into my head as soon as I read the prompt.

your liquid heart

When I think of liquid, I think of how it fills whatever shape of the container it’s in. A heart that molds to its surroundings could either be a good thing (stronger, more adaptable, harder to break) or a bad thing (constantly changing, unpredictable, following trends.) A lot of my poetry this year has been positive (mostly sex-positive but still positive haha.) It’s raining today. And will be for like a week. So I’m feeling the negative. Gonna go with it.

So I’m about to rip into this someone with a liquid heart. I have to figure out how I play into the scenario. Maybe I want the heart to mold to me and stay. Maybe I’m the caregiver/enabler for a friend or romantic interest who constantly changes their mind, loves unpredictably, and finds themselves without “a container.” Maybe it’s my own damn heart I can’t get control of. *ponders*

*still pondering*

Well, the first “maybe” is a bit cliche. So that one’s out. Actually, any of them could be cliche, depending on how I write them. I’m leaning toward the caregiver/enabler route because that is totally me. Pouring doesn’t really work here. Melting just came to me. A melting heart is a bit cliche too but I’m going to go with it and hope I can bring my own spin.

You pour
your liquid
heart in
my hands
and cry
when I
fail to
contain it.

…the hell did that come from? haha Kinda felt like I went in a different direction there but it literally just poured out of me like that. (See what I did there?)

I’m also pleased with the ambiguity of the relationship. You know how much I like ambiguity in poetry. ^_____^ 

The weak spot in the poem is cry. I want to find something better. I head over to the thesaurus. I come back with lament. But I’m not sure it’s strong enough. And I’m not sure whether I want that grievance aimed inward or at me. Lament is an inward anger, regret for personal action taken. I think I want the anger aimed at me. More like blame. I search the thesaurus for blame, accuse, scoff and land on scorn. Yes! That’s it.

You pour
your liquid
heart in
my hands
and scorn
when I
fail to
contain it.

I’m not sure if I want a me after scorn but I decide against it. Then a friend recommended storm and it really brought the whole thing together.

Hunger (Behind-The-Scenes)

Hunger a poem by Greta Stone

This poem was written from a daily prompt hosted by Tasty Poem on Twitter.  The title is the prompt word. ❤ See more frequent posts on Twitter (text only) and Instagram (with graphics).

I disintegrate
into the
sheets,
lids heavy,
head
spinning,
faint with
hunger
for you

~Greta Stone

 

Behind-The-Scenes

A fan requested a look inside my writing process. Others concurred. I thank you for your interest and present this stream of conscious look at how I wrote Hunger.

I started with:

faint with
hunger
for you

Then I went back to fill in actions that would demonstrate this concept.

I recline
lids heavy

I wanted something after that to segue into faint. To me, it was that dizzy feeling which works on a romantic level as much as a scientific level.

I recline
lids heavy
head dizzy
faint with
hunger
for you

I didn’t like dizzy and faint together. They were too similar. So I found a replacement for dizzy.

I recline
lids heavy
head
spinning
faint with
hunger
for you

Almost there. But I didn’t love recline. It was too precise and held little emotion. So I searched for a replacement. Disintegrate felt right. But just I disintegrate felt unfinished. So I added the sheets.

I disintegrate
into the
sheets,
lids heavy,
head
spinning,
faint with
hunger
for you

Inhale Exhale

Inhale Exhale - poem by Greta Stone

This poem was written from a daily prompt hosted by Tasty Poem on Twitter.  The title is the prompt word. I post my most popular poem for each half month here, two poems per month. ❤ See more frequent posts on Twitter (text only) and Instagram (with graphics).

In the quiet of the night
you hold me tight
in hushed need, natural
breath on my clavicle
hand on my hip, hunger ignites
inhale, exhale
two unite

~Greta Stone