Restraint
The void between us,
Crushed against me
Like a toy store window
To a child's flushed cheek,
It vibrates
With my drumming pulse.
It shakes,
Quivers,
Aches to be
Consumed by fevered crash.
This vacant air,
This wasted space,
Resonates with
My fire and fervor
And in it I am burned alive.
Crushed against me
Like a toy store window
To a child's flushed cheek,
It vibrates
With my drumming pulse.
It shakes,
Quivers,
Aches to be
Consumed by fevered crash.
This vacant air,
This wasted space,
Resonates with
My fire and fervor
And in it I am burned alive.
posted by TwistedNoggin at 1:41 PM
12 Comments:
The part I like is: "Like a toy store window / to a child's flushed cheek". Nice image.
great imagery...like the drawings too
I've just spent the last 45 minutes reading and admiring your work. You're so very talented in so many ways. First, I can't help but be extremely jealous. Second, I'm so glad you are! What an amazing blog you have.
Hi there,
Great work. I especially like the succinctness of "Majority Rules" and the sentiments of "Guinness". Stop by my site sometime!
Killer site. Have seen some of your replys on NAC, but was unaware you had your on blog.
Love the layout and content, especially the way you use the visual aides.
Peace.......Ed
i like the power of passion in this poem. passion so hot it scalds my eyes.
:>)
that metaphor for burning was powerful.
Very powerful words...
"a toy store window
to a child's flushed cheek,"
nicely put
such sentiment
Thank you, everyone.
Nancy, Majority Rule is one of my favorites, though others rarely seem to care for it much. So, thank you for that. :)
Thats a lovely poem..although the mood of the poem sounds like "Don't restrain!"
Ooohhhh . . . the tension! Excuse me while I spontaneously combust. Bye.
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