Sunday, January 29, 2012

HOW A POEM COMES

Photo by S. Auberle

ARRIVAL

in the coffeeshop
in the middle
of a conversation
a poem quickens
comes alive
comes tapping
at the blue door
of creation
open me
hear me
touch me
it whispers
one
shy
word
at
a
time
I've been waiting
so long for you...

2 Comments:

Anonymous Cathleen said...

Lovely, Sharon. It has such a sensual
sound and feel. I'm interested in the phrase, "blue door of creation." Also find the one word lines "one-shy-word at-a-time" convey so well a sense of shyness.

6:44 AM  
Blogger Sharon Auberle said...

thanks, Cathleen...i'm not really sure myself what the "blue door of creation" is about...the words were just there...

6:53 PM  

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