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
tentacles
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
11 comments:
Hi Linda, I hope I got this right, you swallowed a violin and gave birth to a poem! Thats an amazing image!
Nice imagery. I really liked this poem. :)
now this one takes the cake... i just love it the closeness the intimacy you share with the budding poem... just beautiful.
love the ending!
You tenderly birth a beautiful poem.
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..
LOL!
i really like this one! ur really good at poems, im terrible lol =]
--Brittany
nicely done. i had no idea where it was going and the ending proved perfect.
Oh, so clever! Nicely worded, well twisted and fine imagery. Love it1
this is simply superb,linda, how you come up with these different variations ....beats me!
I see the poem and poet as one in this piece. So true.
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