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