The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 10/14/07

[BlueIris]

"Romantic Notions"

In her mind he's a tugboat
captain or perhaps a writer who
understands her quest for words
that cover the page like chicken
scratches in dirt. He's a man who inhales
her fragrance the way a sailor breathes
salt air, one who nestles down his
nose into her hair like a horse
into oats, one whose eyes glimmer as much
when she walks out of a room as into it.

—Jeane Lutz

[Droopy]

1. That's the kind of guy I'd like to be

Actually, I'm already that kind of guy, but I have no one to nestle down my nose into her hair like a horse into oats- that's a great line; I'm going to have to remember it.

[cobalt1999]

2. This is the line I can relate to...

"He's a man who inhales her fragrance the way a sailor breathes salt air"

Great line.

[BlueIris]

3. This has excellent similes.

It's rare to find a poem about romance that doesn't revert to clichés, especially WRT figurative comparisons, but this is one I wouldn't call cliché at all.

[BlueIris]

4. Kick.

[BlueIris]

5. Kick.