Sat down today and doodled some poetry I'd been trying to call up from what cellular matter I have this week (too much work, too much worry); and was unsuccessful. I went through the crazy library of my poetry from this decade, both the finished and the unfinished, and nothing inspired.
Got the notion to read what is, without a doubt, my favorite poem of all time. It's not by a revered poet, it is by someone from the poetry.com website, who wrote it without leaving a last name. But it never fails to get my lyrical juices flowing. So, I thought I'd share:
Like Keys In Your Pocket
I can tell by your face;
your eyes see the light shining, this love
that wants to jump out and
grab you
but
I have to hold it back
or it would wash
over you
overwhelm you
surprise you.
A tsunami
of emotion.
Like keeping secrets;
there's more than you know
it's hidden inside
waiting
for you to coax it out
invite it
to live with you.
Do you know
who I am
standing in this pool
of quiet streetlight
watching your car
disappear
in snow and darkness?
I could wrap myself around
you so you could
wear me
under your clothes;
my head to your chest,
my mouth to your flesh
breathing
warm & dewy.
Carry me with you,
as I am yours
like keys in your pocket
or
a good luck charm
hung
about your neck.
Jody T.
It's beautiful, is it not?
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4 comments:
I am occasionally moved to write some poetry myself. Most of it in the "vogon" genre. I am mostly moved by articles, such as this : http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=080813192458.ud84hj9h&show_article=1
I'm sure this one will become your new favorite.
Cat Contemplates a Rodent Robot - a poem (sorta)
Jerky
Imprecise
movements of the robot
antimated by rat synapses
Cats
be on your guard
rodent intelligence
runs amok in the kitchen
Rolly
polly
A cat, rotund of build
Contemplates the robot's epileptic dance
rodent, asks the cat
can your machine open a can of tuna
to support my ample girth
and provide us with nibbly bits
no, replies from the rat
but we can send it out for Chinese
and so they did
and it was good
-fin
tell me that doesn't bring a tear to you eye Quid :-P
What a great genre, Scott. Cats. And me with ailurophobia. Seriously, athough not my new favorite, I'm definitely a fan.
quid
Wonderful poem!
My favorite poem starts with
"There once was a girl from Nantucket..."
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