Stiletto’s Secret

August 18, 2008 — Leofina Jane

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21 Responses to “Stiletto’s Secret”

  1. Rohit Says:
    August 18, 2008 at 9:42 pm

    very well written…

  2. drippingmind Says:
    August 19, 2008 at 2:20 am

    Many thanks, rohit, :-)

  3. deanjbaker Says:
    August 19, 2008 at 4:21 am

    good to read this, thanks for that

  4. abigailmstall Says:
    August 19, 2008 at 4:21 am

    i like the playfulness of this one. and the irony in your tone. makes it very enjoyable–like reading a children’s poem for adults.

    that’s a compliment, by the way, not a way of degrading your talent! :D

  5. abigailmstall Says:
    August 19, 2008 at 4:21 am

    p.s. i enjoy reading your posts. mind if i link you on my site? feel free to do the same with my link if you do that kind of thing.

  6. drippingmind Says:
    August 19, 2008 at 10:58 am

    Dean, Thanks for the comment, :-)

  7. drippingmind Says:
    August 19, 2008 at 11:05 am

    Abigailmstall, you nailed it, :-) . I think that is something i acquired from kids. working for them had given me that much. The sweetest words of innocence could become a double edge sword to grown-ups who have forgotten how to be pure like children.

  8. drippingmind Says:
    August 19, 2008 at 11:07 am

    The p.S. is definitely a priviledge. That would be great, and thank you so much! :-) .

  9. ellumbra Says:
    August 19, 2008 at 2:58 pm

    How I wish to keep
    Those secrets from myself,
    Remembering the playground
    When I did not understand,
    And clinging to rich dreams
    Was still for tomorrow.

    Love your haunting words.

  10. drippingmind Says:
    August 19, 2008 at 6:27 pm

    Ellumbra, now that is another metaphoric and ironic statement… Love the haunting words…:-) your’E tempting my curiosity, lol. Thank you so much..:-) am still trying to catch up on things here..

  11. JD Says:
    August 19, 2008 at 11:24 pm

    Framed into
    perfection
    …

    Indeed framed into perfection. Another perfect poem from an excellent poetress. Loved it. And thanks for posting it at the Society page as well :-)
    Have a wonderful week Leofina Jane.
    ~JD

  12. gentledove Says:
    August 21, 2008 at 11:25 am

    It is delightful Jane-sparkles

  13. talksmart Says:
    August 22, 2008 at 5:34 pm

    hi. Your blog is nominated for the Filipino Blog of the Week award (week 123). Please visit the site and vote :-)

  14. drippingmind Says:
    August 23, 2008 at 2:52 am

    JD,

    Your words fueled my pen, :-) . Many thanks, for continuous encouragements and inspiration.

    Sharing this piece with The Society is a privilege, and I am most thankful for the opportunity. I owe you, :-)

  15. drippingmind Says:
    August 23, 2008 at 2:53 am

    gentle dove,

    thank you my dear, :-) your comments do make things sparkle a little bit more in here, :-)

  16. drippingmind Says:
    August 23, 2008 at 2:54 am

    talksmart,

    whatta surprise, :-) you made my day, :-)

    Thank you so very much!

  17. drippingmind Says:
    August 26, 2008 at 3:42 am

    mynetfaves, many thanks!

  18. Fan de Pinoy Says:
    September 4, 2008 at 3:48 am

    This is awesome poetry, I can’t seem to have enough of this one!

  19. drippingmind Says:
    September 4, 2008 at 10:23 pm

    Fan de Pinoy, thank you so much!:-)

  20. Poemfatale Says:
    October 21, 2008 at 11:33 pm

    There is a strong sense of sophisticated sensuality. One who knows what the power of passion can do.

    You’re a genius in writing poems that hooks! If you are a femme fatale drippingmind, you won’t be needing stillettos. You’re poems are enough to die for. Great write!

  21. watcher Says:
    February 19, 2009 at 11:22 pm

    “Yet still, I
    never learn
    how to dance with
    My secret lover.”

    could be a lover-
    unwanted
    intruder
    with a hunger to own
    and be held captive by
    the spell of your touch
    your wonderful touch-
    only meant to belong
    to the god of gods.

    a spell so powerful
    such allure of grace that blinds
    the hardest of minds of
    ordinary mortals wishing
    dreaming for one smile or a glance
    coming from those wonderful eyes.


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