Spontaneity
by
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:
Touch speaks 10 folds more that the words are unable to express.
This poem is tender and haunting.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques
jeques - sometimes touch is easier than words, also. Thanks for stopping by.
Shocking!
When you were growing up with "Anon", did you ever have the shocking impulse to give him a good smack upside the noggin?
Anon, come a little closer, I got a cattle prod with your name on it....
Nonny - every day!
I'm "shocked" that you would treat your elder and only brother with such disrespect!
Spoken like a true Guido...
That's paisano to you!
Eh, Fergetaboudit...
The comments are over my head, but I thought the poem was great!
Carla- it's just my annoying anonymous brother being annoying - anonymously!
Oh, and thanks! :)
Excellent Constance! A very unique take on this prompt. Well done. G
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Nice, Constance, that electric touch- well put.
richard - thanks!
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