Tangible Poetry

Who says poetry

    is not tangible...      

 

i, for one, have rested

my drowsy head...upon its

         moon-versed pillow,          

 

i have pressed its warm hand

against the winter,

 of my cheeks, i have walked...

 

beside it, too, its presence like a secret

 song in my hair, in the middle...

of a crowded street, 

 

have tasted it in whipped

butterscotch of clouds,

 

felt it bubble over the

tiny glass of my own,

 happy laugh,

 

i have played with its dangling

  crystal earrings of rain...

lit by a 5 pm sun

 

 i have sat down...beside it

gazing wistfully out at the

ageing sea,

 

used its rare essence

to flavor my tea...

 and my temper,

 

my touches...

 my kisses...

 

waved its magic wand,

to stop time in its tracks,

carried it around....

like riches in my pocket, 

worn its invisible gemstone

all the healing powers

of the universe, radiating

from me,

 

 i have waltzed, and whirled,

swum from heaven to heaven,

floated in and out of my body,

 

been kissed...full

on my soul’s lips...

  all the while sitting,

in a coffee shop, amid

unsuspecting strangers.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Joyce S. Greene]

I really enjoyed this poem. The many transfiguratons that poetry goes through in your poem is charming, I loved each and every one. Very imaginative and beautiful Terrific job!

[Rita L. Sev]

This is beautiful, a wonderful ode to all the ways you have touched poetry, and it has touched you... Well penned.

[Frieda P]

Wow, I love this one, I'd never say that about poetry, and poems about poetry are my absolute favorites, this is going right into my favorites.

have tasted it in whipped
butterscotch of clouds,

Lovely!

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write. Thank you for sharing this one...:)

[Karen]

This is a beautiful poem! I love the way you personify poetry but also how each image, each line rings so true to the poet reading it! The poem itself is like a challenge to whomever dares to deny that poetry is, in fact, tangible, but a reality to those of us who've experienced poetry first hand. Love it! Thank you!

[MsJewel]

You never cease to amaze me Sanobar. I'm so glad to see you here and so glad to read your wonderful poetry again. Hugs, Julie

[An owl on the moon]

This is a lifting ode to the beauty and wonder of poetry.. the life and love and all else joyous it brings us, line on line. Love the expressions you use to make your poetry dance free... :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'm so happy to see this made its "journey" to the WC! There are no words to describe what reading this does to me, Sanober. You are an extraordinary poet, and soon, everyone here will come to know it, too!

My best,
Kelly

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, your poetry is like riches in your pockets, my friend. The wonderful imagery you employ is like a kiss on the lips and a lover's caress! I want to sleep on the moon versed pillow of your poety. Exceptional, my friend....but that is no surprise. What a pleasure it is to read your words! Lydi**

[SyberRose]

i have played with its dangling
crystal earrings of rain...
lit by a 5 pm sun

Nicely done...Enjoyed reading...Rose:)