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Sensual Wanderings
breath
tumbles, rises, falls
breath of now, control is lost
feel
time, does it pause?
feel fear, sorrow, loss
touch
touch keyboard keys
touch of linen at my feet
hear
hear the laptop hum
hear logger's load pass by
rooster, magpie, birds in sun
taste
pure water, remnants of
minty toothpaste on my tongue
smell
smell coffee's dark, strong blend
smell DNA left by my friend
heart beats slow, steady
stay
stay
with me
i'm not ready
voice
rhythms of summer sighs
voice of nature, gentle sun
missing, missing what i've not done
september feels like steps in line
september feels like fresh pencils, paper, itchy sweaters
september smells like chantarelles,
a padded forest's mossy chest
stay in now, stay with me, stay in tune in flow with me
blackberries in an aging palm
another autumn, a bit more gone
stay
listen
feel
hold
see
see how the sun falls onto the lake
see how my eyes are slightly wet
know the swell of emotion that locks in my jaw
how did it rise, what makes my tears fall
why is opening the stream in me
loosening the knot i denied into bits-
of a poem?
a poem
the challenge in me
About the Creator
ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
Admin. Vocal Social Society
Find me: @andreapolla63.bsky.social
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You've captured a writer's journey well, Andrea. We'll stay.
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This felt like such a journey, how utterly inspiring and beautiful! Loved this from you :)
Oh my goodness what a beautiful poem! Of course, I was also a little partial to smelling the coffee, but seriously, loved this!
Oh! September "see how the sun falls onto the lake, see how my eyes are slightly wet"
Ooh, that holding of blackberries, the passing of the years, I felt that so raw.
This is lovely! Well done. Love this "know the swell of emotion that locks in my jaw how did it rise, what makes my tears fall"
Into bits of a poem. Such a lovely offering of emotion ❤️
lovely way to appreciate september nostalgia and the fruits of a time gone by.. are you also a childrens book writer?
Nostalgia rolling in over hills of distance past...your poem is reminiscence wrapped in memories. Lovely.
"see how my eyes are slightly wet know the swell of emotion that locks in my jaw how did it rise, what makes my tears fall why is opening the stream in me loosening the knot i denied" These lines were my favourite! Loved your poem!
I cried a bit, autumn/fall has this power to trigger in us the sense of being, of permanence and disappearance at the same time. I loved these lines a lot: "smell coffee's dark, strong blend / smell DNA left by my friend"