Symbolic Scribbles Series #013-1
Last series #012-1 left us clutching @ H.R. Sinclair's poetic pleas while this series features @wildflower in reply
If you’d like to see the poetic chain of evolution check out Series #012-1 Here
We kick off Series #013-1 with
and The Reply by (who is also known for her photography here on Substack)
image; Idan Canfi
Black Tar Love — H. R. Sinclair
I dreamt of you with desire at the tip of my tongue tasting with my every bud and being Your smoke filled my lungs tarred lust stuck to every edge A beautiful blackening I hope not to breath again nothing is worthy of your space This is your domain now Patient I am for a morsel of your attention I hear your song at lands end upon the rock and feel your tantric rhythm upon my soul And I dance your dance In hope it never ends Speak to me your hypnotic lilt a mother tongue of madness exhaling momentary relief before you share that breath of respite with another being. I cannot share youI know you willLeave me hopeless in the wake of your heat I can take it I will take it with only an inkling of chance that your Spirit your Self your Spark your Sanctum will return to me again. My lifeblood. ©2025 H. R. Sinclair
[The Reply]
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connection undetached —
your shivery breath almost strikes my ravenous skin - soaked in by a slight tangency arousing - electricity pulsing through my submissive body - delicate thrills tingle as you come closer - i feel your damp presence tight consuming me - dissolving into blazing frenzy febrile craving for - connection deep visceral flesh to flesh soul to soul - merging irrevocable impossible to detach ©2025 wildflower
Remember the joy of receiving a handwritten note or letter? 'Symbolic Scribbles Series' rekindles that magic, creating a space for poetic symbolic 'scribbles' where meaning hides in metaphors and symbols, waiting to be discovered. Each poem builds upon the last, like a literary game of telephone, where interpretations can twist and turn in unexpected ways.
Guidelines: Poems should be at least 60 words and use rich symbolism and metaphor
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wildflower this was such a beautiful reply! I love the delicacy at the start slowing building to a deeper, impassioned, less tamed love. Your reading adds so much to it too, I love hearing the words right from the mouth of their creator. Love it!
What love is this whose “smoke filled my lungs
tarred lust stuck to every edge
A beautiful blackening” ?
Why am I so attracted to that which loves to deplete me?
Why am I emptied by fullness
And filled by emptiness?
What kind of Muse is this
That mistakes and then forsakes
Me for another?
I am blinded by a match
Struck at midnight. And yet
able to trod a crooked path
Lit only by darkness.
-Dwight Lee Wolter