Sharing a poem from my main blog, penned May 2014
Poetry for me is not something that I can force. It rushes out, tethered by a phrase or imagery in the moment and must be grasped and quickly captured before its elusiveness causes a slip through the fingers.
Deux Estrangers Familiers
I want to redolently float through your inner landscape,
Collecting an emotional bouquet of your feelings
Lazily, slowly, and with appreciation of the varying scent of each of them
Who are you? I do not know. But you know me.
Silently I have come to you, tip-toeing into your thoughts,
You have awakened with the sound of my voice inside of your head
And the depth of my laughter is resonant within you
And I, I have awakened with your impression upon me
Like a set of sheet wrinkles softly pressed upon my sleeping brain
Slowly fading away as…
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