A fair bit of re-writing in this piece.


Yin/Yang

On chilly, weird wet nights in Seoul
lonely trash cans cuddle up for warmth,
feral alley cats zydeco in the rain,
street folk sip from brown-bags,
that will get them through the night.
Our umbrella slips through fog,
stealthy as a U-boat through depths.

I confess a fetished fondness for the click
of her heels upon the cobblestone walk;
the Angel Falls of raven hair down
the leather shoulder of my trenchcoat.
We will harbor heat within the sultry sheets,
toss carnally upon waves of sensuality,
opposites secluded in the Yin and Yang of night.





Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2010-11-11 at 06:04

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This is really great stuff. Your words and phrases took me right there. A great word painting!

Well done,


Joe
2010-11-12


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
An exoticness to the descriptions you make that appeals to my imagination. I particularly liked the imagery of

"feral alley cats zydeco in the rain..." - I must confess that I had to look up zydeco, and once I did, I thought the description very vivid to add to the scene of the night in question.

"stealthy as a U-boat through depths..."

"fetished fondness"

"the Angel Falls of raven hair down..."

"opposites secluded in the Yin and Yang of night"

I found your poem's style excellent and very refreshing to read - thanks.
2010-11-11



I confess a fondness for this poem. Fetished or not.

The first stanza took me back to a rainy night in Portland, the second took me somewhere I've never been. The yin/yang is there, also a touch of noir. Sam spade. Though, the last few lines obviate ole Sam, and are all yours, buddy. All yours.

Read with more than a touch of envy.

jim
2010-11-11


countryfog
"I confess a fetished fondness for the click
of her heels upon the cobblestone walk;"
With those lines you've made a good poem a great one.
As one who traveled often to Hong kong, Taipei and Seoul, I
too often felt the simmering sensuality of the cities . . . thanks for taking me back.
2010-11-11