Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Desire (For Writer's Island)


My heart pounding intensely,

a steady drumming in my ears,

a tangible longing at the core of my soul,

hanging suspended in mid-air,

My blood is liquid heat,

rushing to my face,

leaving my cheeks scarlet,

and leaving my palms drenched.


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8 comments:

  1. MarjaJanuary 30, 2008 2:43 AM

    a tangible longing at the core of my sould. What a beautiful line and a desirable poem. Thanks

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  2. EveJanuary 30, 2008 10:35 AM

    Very good use of words. It almost makes me warm on this very cold morning. =)

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  3. KellanJanuary 30, 2008 11:32 AM

    Very nice poem - sounds like it could be soothing or panicky - I hope it is soothing for your. Take care - Kellan

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  4. AnonymousJanuary 30, 2008 3:39 PM

    Loved the poem. I agree with Kellan, its soothing and panicky.

    Cheers!

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  5. MamarazziJanuary 30, 2008 5:26 PM

    lovely...truly, lovely!

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  6. Tumblewords:January 30, 2008 9:21 PM

    It's been a long time for me, but I think you've correctly defined desire - or at least its immediate symptoms! Really nice work!

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  7. LucyJanuary 31, 2008 9:50 AM

    this is so intense and well written!
    except for the part about longing... I am feeling the other symptoms from my awful head cold! :)

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  8. AnonymousApril 20, 2008 12:23 AM

    Impressive!

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