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to be desired
really wanted with a burning yearning passion to desire to want so bad every cell in your body is drawn like iron filings to a magnet to feel, to float on a roaring rapid washed away never catching your breath
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rain
to think that water can fall from the sky who will believe this when the future is so hot so dry that water never falls from the sky the first time i
tasted a fresh olive in Spain its soft texture and rich flavour, i smiled the first time i bought fresh red peppers at the market in Arizona the aroma filled the car, i sneezed the first time i hesitated, you said be gentle i felt ecstasy the first time i walked on white frost coated railway ties on the way to grade two, i felt magic the first time i tasted Johnnie Walker red, gulped it down, i threw up the first time i touched a dead person, i started to live the first time i held a newborn baby in my hands, a new life, i became insignificant More poems at: www.jamespangel.ca I can taste the words in my mind as
they form in my mouth ready to roll off the tip of my tongue sweet and gooey sharp, tart, spear like they penetrate my consciousness too soon those most delicious words build and build inside my jaw drops as the first “I” flows out, everything about me is in that “I” the top of my tongue caresses my upper teeth forming the “L” then lips parting “Love” goes forth your unblinking eyes like glaciers unmoving shielding deep mysteries and finally after eons from deep in my throat tongue curved and lips looking like an “O” the “y” flows forth and ”You” is born filling the canyon between us and still your face is a granite sculpture my mouth is limp, relaxed and moist slowly the corners of your mouth and eyes grow delicate happy lines of a smile and for a moment the space between us doesn’t exist |
AuthorI started my "Poem-A-Day" writing exercise back in 2010. It was a way to get into the habit of writing everyday. It took awhile but once I got into it I really enjoyed the process. I took a break in 2023 to work on getting "Carbon Copy" into the wild. I also wanted to re-read my poem-a-day scribblings to see if there were any unpolished gems amongst the rubble. My plan is to post one per week in my Blog. Find "Carbon Copy" at: Archives
December 2024
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