Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Desire

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:

Anonymous said...

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

Constance Brewer 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.

Anonymous 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..

LOL!

Brittronics said...

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

--Brittany

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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