At last

It’s not the immortality of words themselves,
but the beauty sealed inside them,
beauty’s shine which pulses through them
like some impossible to ignore pounding at the
door of your feelings, and perhaps
by the time I get to the end of this long sentence
I will have finally arrived at what it is that I wanted to say,
and will stop for a moment, turn around and look back at my modest beginnings
which began with a single letter out of which grew such a sensation of enormity as to be a sun warmed wall, overrun with climbing words hanging long their low tendrils, seeking but one thing only…

the intimacy of your touch.

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About poetjena

The idea of this site is merely to provide myself with a means of letting my metaphorical hair down in a literary sense.... stripping those words of the day off me and going in for a quick and wordy skinny-dip. The only provision might be, how close to the bone does one write... although with poetry one can probably get as intense as one likes... How sharp or lethal is the mind which can cut a diamond into two, and still have it look polished? To write like a hero, a lover, a warrior.... words grant us all this and more.
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8 Responses to At last

  1. Lori Lipsky says:

    I am touched by the beauty of your words, Jena.

  2. Thomas says:

    Wonderful poem, Ma-Li. I like the path you chose to arrive at “…the intimacy of your touch.”

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