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    dots Submission Name: Woman of Wordsdots

    Author: greensnake
    ASL Info:    60/female/ N.C.
    Elite Ratio:    4.17 - 770/691/75
    Words: 150
    Class/Type: Poetry/Passion
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       Fantasy is often better than reality when it comes to attraction/lust. This was certainly one of those cases.

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    dotsWoman of Wordsdots

    I am a woman of words not music,
    But he rode a Harley and dressed in black leather.
    His dark hair was soft on his shoulders;
    He played in a band.

    I would see him across the campus
    And wonder where he could take me
    Both on and off that big black Harley.

    He asked me to come and hear him play.
    With a small laugh I declined.
    I explained myself thus:
    "I am a woman of words not music."

    He said that this could not be so.
    He said that my laugh was music.
    He said that my voice was a song.
    I said, " I am a woman of words not music."

    For a woman of words listens,
    And she considers what she hears.
    When he said "All three of my wives were nurses."
    I knew that fantasy was music enough for me.

    Submitted on 2005-06-03 16:09:27     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Just got to love that ending,lol humor mixed with great wisdom, the peom has a lot of truth to it, A harly and a guitar are a deadly combo for woman to fall for,just ask the geeks, they hate that,lol

    Its just like buying a used car ,listen to the car the the saleman,lol
    | Posted on 2005-06-28 00:00:00 | by edthepoet | [ Reply to This ]
      ah, I see you have been intrigued by the same sort of man I was. leather jacket, motorcycle, free spirit. I declined as well but kick myself every once in awhile because I still think of him alot. especially when I hear the music. beautiful poem. thank you!
    | Posted on 2005-06-03 00:00:00 | by sierramuse8 | [ Reply to This ]
      Well, I've now read it three times, and, as well as loving the second, third and fourth stanza every time, the bit about the nurses still eludes me (dumb male)
    I thought the theme was great, and I loved what he said to her.
    In other words, I liked it, I just didn't understand...
    Be Happy

    | Posted on 2005-06-03 00:00:00 | by wewak11 | [ Reply to This ]
      <laughs> I was reading through Graeme's comments, and was intrigued by what confused him. It made me chuckle. I think I understand the statement, and the conclusion, that fantasy is enough. I understand the sentiment expressed as well. And, after dating a musician (a drummer no less) for three years or so, and then marrying a true dream, rather than the fantasy of that, I'll stick with my words. I did have a question: In the second line, did you intend the pun that he "road" the Harley, rather than "rode" it? Great poem. Thanks for the smile. Keep manipulating those words.
    | Posted on 2005-06-03 00:00:00 | by Athalia | [ Reply to This ]
      I got a good laugh out of this one. One thing though, it's your fantasy so if he had three wives it is your fault!Right? It's a good write though and I enjoyed read'n it. Great way to start the day! Plus we are finally get'n a little bit of some very much needed rain so I am happy. as I lift my coffe cup I say, here's to you and rid'n Harley's and being happy.
    | Posted on 2005-06-05 00:00:00 | by dr_tigger | [ Reply to This ]
      lol - I guess no one likes to be a statistic ... Anyway I guess this music was heard in the past, is being heard in the present and will be heard in the future ... No matter how palatable we find false news to be I guess the truth always wins simply because it has the facts :)
    | Posted on 2005-06-05 00:00:00 | by kanu | [ Reply to This ]
      I got the feel of this poem from start and was pleased with wise ending...positive message that we each are responsible for our life choices...great write.
    `always write poetry, Cheryl
    | Posted on 2005-06-05 00:00:00 | by ladyngold | [ Reply to This ]
      That line "all of my wives were nurses" just slays me. I love how your wisdom shines in this. And you describe him, but there's no explanation, just the long soft hair of a musician.
    Musicians make great lovers, I'm sure you know.

    Having lived on fantasy with my lady for so long before we even laid eyes on each other, it's pretty good without all the ugly bones and pain love can leave us with. I like your reply and how it come through as your title, great job.
    peace and love,
    | Posted on 2005-06-10 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]

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