Tuesday, January 29, 2008


Desire for Writers’ Island January 29, 2008
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I carry it in a pouch
low down
its weight
heavier than rocks

It moves with me
through the day
of pressure

I feel its insistence
as I stand
in front of my class
it hums

it hums
through lunch
and meetings
I’ve swallowed

a violin
and the bow
plays across
the breasts

of my thoughts
until I get home
and tenderly birth
a poem


Sweet Talking Guy said...

Hi Linda, I hope I got this right, you swallowed a violin and gave birth to a poem! Thats an amazing image!

Constance said...

Nice imagery. I really liked this poem. :)

paisley said...

now this one takes the cake... i just love it the closeness the intimacy you share with the budding poem... just beautiful.

lissa said...

love the ending!

Marja said...

You tenderly birth a beautiful poem.

gautami tripathy said...

I tried leaving comments yeesterday. But blogger would'nt let me!!

I know that feeling. That poem wants to come out, is in a hurry..


BerlinHockeyChick2 said...

i really like this one! ur really good at poems, im terrible lol =]


rebecca said...

nicely done. i had no idea where it was going and the ending proved perfect.

tumblewords said...

Oh, so clever! Nicely worded, well twisted and fine imagery. Love it1

UL said...

this is simply superb,linda, how you come up with these different variations ....beats me!

anthonynorth said...

I see the poem and poet as one in this piece. So true.

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