Lines And Lingerie Poem by ONElia AVElar

Maybe it's a Freudian slip? It's a stiff breeze and well you may be down to your smalls but the truth is flapping in the wind...the answer my friend is flapping in the wind. Your thoughts are hung out clearly to dry and as always are delightful. love Donall Donall

What is hidden and what is revealed - if you look closely enough you will see... clever contrasts in these bold yet fresh lines. justine.

A real contradiction here and I like it's playfulness. Is this a take on the old saying 'hanging out our dirty laundry in public'? Only yours isn't dirty, just clean and a wee bit risque! Clever... HG: -) xx

clean and sexy at the same time hahah...a good accomplishment ;)

i love the simplicity and economy of your worl, also the thoughtfulness in every line. Rogx

Here’s my new comment two years after the previous. What a prudent I was! I was hidden by Mr. Saba and Mr. Freud. Now I can notice something hung on and drying underwear. In PH, my last poem is Last Waltz in Genoa. My previous inspiration was the movie Last Tango in Paris. So Paul tore the Jeanne’s collant and standing embraced her. The lingerie’s problem has been placed on file: its end is in my last dance and not in that movie. To tell as Onelia, the underwear is washed now. I’ve managed this issue writing some Odysseas in Italian and those are other stories.

Cute playful poem depicting pretty smalls daintily flapping in the breeze! HG; -) xx

A moving composition. Short but lovely.10++

I'd like to linger on your thoughts a whilst longer.. find some string to peg some Gs.. and net some fish to line for smoking..: ~)) .

The poem is well applauded because it is indeed good. It alludes to much while cleverly leaving just as much to the imagination... And poet's imaginations are extremely fertile... Rgds, Ivan