Marie Shine

(April 27th,1950 / Listowel. Co. Kerry)

Ecstasy.


When I awoke this morning
The scent of you filled my senses
in longing...
for your sweet kisses
and
I ached to hold you
and
be embraced in your arms
Ecstasy!

Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2014
Edited: Sunday, April 27, 2014

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  • Monk E. Biz (5/28/2014 7:23:00 PM)

    Wow! You are the bomb (that's good here)
    your really got it goin' on
    when your pencil hits the paper
    there is no way you do taper
    You lob those words perfectly
    It's almost sexually! ! ! lol (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (4/27/2014 8:15:00 PM)

    Marie, you are welcome.
    Thank you for your message, I see you misinterpreted my informative comment and seems there is still a miscommunication between us. There is no hidden meaning or message and no accusations against you about doing drugs, or promoting the dangerous drug. I am only saying there are similarities in the description of the longing you so vividly describe and the effects this drug has. Ecstasy was given the name for a reason, and your description of longing for someone sooo deeply is the same effect this drug has. Sure some people naturally have these feelings, and other people have to take ecstasy to obtain these same feelings you are describing. I am not sure if you are married but if you are, then your husband is very fortunate to have such a passionate woman. Have a blessed day! (Report) Reply

  • Marie Shine (4/27/2014 10:13:00 AM)

    *Sunprincess* Thank you for your comment on my poem.
    You totally misinterpreted my writing and concentrated on the title. I am Irish. I do NOT do drugs, I NEVER did drugs and the ecstasy referred to in my poem is the natural high which comes from loving someone sooooooo deeply. (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (4/26/2014 11:33:00 PM)

    .......there is an experience a rush of good feelings (a high) and makes someone's feelings much more intense, whether they're good or bad. this poem describes the effects of a well-known drug in America very well.....a dangerous drug which kills many people....oh and the drug is named ecstasy.... (Report) Reply

  • Yash Shinde (4/11/2014 1:06:00 PM)

    a short and sweet rhyme..it feels you with ectasy and pleasure too.lovely write my dear Marie.. (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick (4/10/2014 9:53:00 PM)

    This poem is short and sweet. And it does not need another line, image or word. In a volume of love poems this one could be a kind of summary poem ending one section of poems before shifting gears to another aspect of the experience of human love. As I've been reading your poems I find myself editing a book of them, and the order of the poems is crucial for their full impact. There is often hidden reserves of energy in a poem. One way to release that stored energy is to place the poem in context with others. Another is to read it aloud - perhaps with musical accompaniment! (Report) Reply

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