Poetry
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Poetry |
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On uk.people.bdsm, Elle Finn (subVerse poetry group) posted a poem about coming out to friends. It didn't work for me, but this was something I felt strongly about because I need to tell my parents about this. So, I started writing a poem. Unfortunately, it didn't work out the way I expected, and a different poem appeared. However, I cried when I reread it, so it became clear to me that something was of value here.
Looking at the poems from a literary criticism point of view, they leave a lot to be desired. They have almost every problem known. However, they have not been written for critics; they have been written solely for my Mistress, and for her pleasure.
In the folder I presented in our little ceremony, I made of gift of my poems to date in printed format with some personal description of why I wrote them. Those poems were those from "The Path" through to "The Worst Pervy Nursery Rhymes In The World...Ever!". Some she had seen before, in emails, others I had held back for the folder.
Here is the latest collection of my poems. The discussions here are not necessarily the same as those I wrote for Mistress.