17 May 2008

Writer's Island 5/17/08 "Impulse"







Spontaneity

by Constance


My fingertips reached

to touch your forearm.

Before contact a jolt

jumped from my hand,

arrived simultaneously

at the juncture of heart

and head. A balance

of positive and negative.

All the words I could not

say - ions now – forever

etched into your skin.

15 comments:

Jeques said...

Touch speaks 10 folds more that the words are unable to express.

This poem is tender and haunting.

I wish you well.

~ Jeques

Constance said...

jeques - sometimes touch is easier than words, also. Thanks for stopping by.

Anonymous said...

Shocking!

Nonny Moose said...

When you were growing up with "Anon", did you ever have the shocking impulse to give him a good smack upside the noggin?

Constance said...

Anon, come a little closer, I got a cattle prod with your name on it....

Constance said...

Nonny - every day!

Anonymous said...

I'm "shocked" that you would treat your elder and only brother with such disrespect!

Nonno Muso said...

Spoken like a true Guido...

Constance said...

That's paisano to you!

FreGermScotVak said...

Eh, Fergetaboudit...

Carla said...

The comments are over my head, but I thought the poem was great!

Constance said...

Carla- it's just my annoying anonymous brother being annoying - anonymously!

Oh, and thanks! :)

Geraldine said...

Excellent Constance! A very unique take on this prompt. Well done. G

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Richard said...

Nice, Constance, that electric touch- well put.

Constance said...

richard - thanks!