Anais Vionet Poet Free verse

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I’m at my desk, typing away and I jump when Peter says, ”It’s 2 AM.”
I thought he went to bed.
“Are you going jogging in 3 and a half hours?” He asked, drowsily.
“Yes,” I admit.
He walks over and wraps his long left arm and meaty hand around me, picking me up like a teddy bear. “Finish it tomorrow,” is all he says, as he totes me off to bed on his left hip.
“This is very sexy,” I cajole, but I’m in an awkward position and it comes out gaspingly.
“We can finish that tomorrow too,” he yawns.

Do you ever go back and look at your old pieces? Sometimes I go back and look at old poems. Not often. I’m usually drawn by someone’s comment. I don’t recall most of them, so my first thoughts are,
‘Ok, yeah, that was me,” but many seem like another life.

I feel a tenderness toward my younger self - I see through her - I can feel her insides.  She wanted to write well, to be open, accessible and emotionally raw - but most of all,  she wanted to sound like an adult.
‘She wants to say the right thing,’ I think, when reading one.

I was a much more self-cautious writer back then - some pieces took weeks to fashion. I remember the boundaries I set for myself and surprisingly, I haven’t seen any I wanna delete.

So I guess there were no huge mistakes - and I love that, because it means maybe everything’s fated and I can’t make too many bad decisions now.

I think we balance each other out pretty well.
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A playlist for this:
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_23.mp3

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Arlo Parker December 3, 2025 at 11:23 AM Our beginning and our nows do indeed balance out but somehow they predict tomorrow's masterpieces. Holiday cheer in Paris, Petite Princess (as if that wasn't wonderland promise!). Anais Vionet December 5, 2025 at 8:15 PM I'll plead guilty, your Honor, to living in fairytale places but I seem carried there, like a raggedy Ann doll in someone's luggage - is there that much personal agency involved? hmm... =] Arlo Parker December 3, 2025 at 3:09 PM Arlo is in USofA. Arlo admires your stylish renderings and is impressed that the Elfin One has retained a sense of reality within an admitted fairytale existence. Blessed passage and happiest holiday wishes. Anais Vionet December 3, 2025 at 11:46 AM Where are you from Ario?

Vincine Fallica December 3, 2025 at 8:55 AM Interesting. I feel tenderness toward ALL your work. Trying to sound like an adult, I appreciate that. So many pieces were successful. But I initially fell in love with the snarky senryu pieces about life in HS. Then, as your circle grew, about everybody else with your tongue-in-cheek gentleness. Very Dorothy Parker. I've told you this before yet am moved to tell you again. I do go back an read earlier pieces and fall a little deeper in love. . Anyway, cute dress. Are the sleeves attached? . <3 Anais Vionet December 3, 2025 at 10:47 AM Thanks Vin. =] Do you remember when I wrote one every day? I can't imagine it (although some days, now, I write 4). The dress is Anne Fontaine (€1549) - there are two matching red elastic-like slips of fabric that keep the sleeves up (thank God) the strips attach to the dress with little snaps inside the underarm seam.