La petite mort

I see the fingers of wind

Caressive, seductive

Feeling through the quiet leaves

Stirring them to motion

Quivering helplessly,

Teasing them with freedom

And flight.



Aaaahhhhhh .....

'La petite mort' - 'The little death'.

One of the best captures

Of fulsome orgasm

That I have ever encountered.

'Vive La France!'



Cynthia Buell Thomas, August, 2019

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Robert Mann

Sat 31st Aug 2019 11:43

Cynthia - please read:
Watch out for those shudders!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 31st Aug 2019 11:14

I am reminded of the time when the twins were probably 16. Our home was always full of kids, post school hours/evenings/weekends! We had a 'library wall', a bookshelf from floor to ceiling, of every kind of book you could likely imagine. Which included one, small, quite specific volume on SEX. No idea from whom, what or where - but there. And then, one day, it wasn't. I have a pretty good idea of the likely lad who really wanted some genuine knowledge and not just hearsay, or pornography. I don't think he was yet experienced in any way. In which case, the book was an excellent teacher.

I never asked. Reliable information was the reason the book was produced in the first place. Good on him! I could live with that. But I did laugh. I thought it was dishonest maybe, but brilliant. Kudos to an enquiring mind!

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 28th Aug 2019 14:47

I wouldn't worry anyway Cynthia, I wrote and posted a poem about soixante-neuf called, "Dive In," (March 13th) and either it was too tangental or everyone was too polite to acknowledge it ?.
Sex is such a vital, vibrant part of life that we should write about it more.

J. x

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Adam Rabinowitz

Wed 28th Aug 2019 14:06

Great stuff. Thank you for taking the leap to share...yes poets all...always love or love lost...nice to have a little sex in a poem every now and then and it is not as though you left it without a metaphor. It does give new meaning though to the line, to die a thousand deaths...?

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 26th Aug 2019 15:29

I was a bit hesitant about sharing this piece. Not writing it, just sharing it. But then I said to myself, 'For goodness sake! These people are grown-ups! And it's a common 'slice of life' - everywhere!
Besides, these people are poets!!!!

Thanks much to you all for the response.

And Rachel, you are spot on. That is a very 'weak spot', and I knew it, and still didn't change it. So I'm now reconsidering what to do. Never hesitate to offer an opinion. It's the part I love best about WOL.

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Raj Ferds

Sun 25th Aug 2019 13:17

Tu est une bonne fille Cynthia.

Sensuelle till the very end.
Totally captivating, ma magnifique amie.

That's me in my best Frenglish.

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Sun 25th Aug 2019 12:54

Good write

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Kate G

Sun 25th Aug 2019 12:42

Phew. Time for a cigarette. Thanks Cynthia.


Sun 25th Aug 2019 12:38

Hi Cynthia,

The moment is rapturously captured. The idea is fantastic and imaginative and entirely enviable.

I hope you'll forgive me for admitting it, but I have one minor suggestion. I'm not sure I've ever tried to offer constructive criticism here, but I really like your idea so much...

I felt a personal sense of anticlimax with the phrase, "it reminds me". There is a real potential for the piece to be transportive for the reader, but it felt like my moment was intruded upon in a very subtle manner with the use of certain words in the final verse.

I hope that makes sense. I understand if you feel like telling me to get lost ) feel free.

Happy Sunday, Cynthia,


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Jason Bayliss

Sun 25th Aug 2019 11:41

Then it would seem like a good idea.

Loved this Cynthia, really loved it.

J. x

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 25th Aug 2019 11:36

I am almost encouraged to pull out all my French 'stuff', and reboost my love of the language again. What an undertaking that would be. Totally pointless, but grand. The very idea makes my tummy flutter.

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