quiet.

i hold a silence
within my mind
a nascent pool of self

in which few have dabbled fingers

i'm too afraid to let very many do so

because the ripples of their passage

never go unfelt

never cease their passage

outwards, inwards

and back again 

each one allowed has left a ghost
to haunt the edges of my mind
like lost sweatshirts

and missing socks

some days i am tired

of exhibiting myself 

for your entertainment

a sparkling shiny come-touch-me girl

hoping for your love 

aching for your contact

this hidden pool is 
only a palmful
and i'm hesitant to offer it...

it's been dropped before, you see

Reviews

[MAC]

okay, so at first this one seemed a bit forced as if you just wanted to get it started to get to the point. so i read it again and wow was i wrong. after the second read i see you slowly brought us into your world then you hit us with your heart and wow was this packed with pain and a sense of being used. great write and i am so glad to have read it again and again and again.

p.s. Max made me read it again because he felt it was great all along.

[Periac]

there is always beauty within the revalation of a secret....so charming a poets words gives us the curse of being an open book ...sometimes without a thought of what was just revealed.....a brilliant insight and appreciated over here

[SpokenWord]

I know where your missing socks went :) but that is another story for another time and subject. This poem description is marvelous I like the little catch phrases that your mind creates like "Come-touch-me girl" men can only dream to touch the paradise that women possess so we touch lightly with our eyes and minds eye of imagination.

Anyone should be hesitant to offer the greatest possession they have which is themself to anyone even if it is only conversation or if it is love ever after. Great write as always, your pen drips creative spirit.

[alan peter kelly]

excellent...most precise and touching write...

[Emily B]

oh, wow!

[Broken Branches]

Awesome poem Jen. Just awesome. 100/100

[OT]

ahh so good as always - I love "because the ripples of their passage never go unfelt never cease their passage" and "of exhibiting myself for your entertainment, a sparkling shiny come-touch-me girl" and then the killer last line! nice!

[Nobody.]

powerful piece. that last line drives it home. the entire thing drips with honest humanity and sad beauty. well done. I am proud to be your friend.