Vice
Gripped by random
unclear intensity,
energy on the verge
of a happening.
Rolled over in
the thought as
it enters all the
hollow spaces.
Hairs standing
eyes enlarging
toes curling…
and the hand
won’t stop squeezing
out one more,
numbing all the faces.
unclear intensity,
energy on the verge
of a happening.
Rolled over in
the thought as
it enters all the
hollow spaces.
Hairs standing
eyes enlarging
toes curling…
and the hand
won’t stop squeezing
out one more,
numbing all the faces.
posted by DeeM at 9:50 PM
9 Comments:
You captured it so well! We all feel like this at one time or the other!
Great Imagery there!
very intense. i wonder, have i had a moment like this...yeah i'm sure i have.
One tiny thought!
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Eyes dive abyss
Mind in a vertigo
Blood fighting lava
Heart pumping fire
Guts exploding
Body respite still
Sometimes we have to work hard towards nothing. Love this piece.
Rock on!
love the toes curling part. :)
strong poem!
Gripped by random
unclear intensity AND and the hand
won’t stop squeezing
out one more,
Wow DeeMer, this one is visceral and intense. My senses are all piqued and I don't even know why *jumps at the nearest sound* ;-) brilliant!
Electric!
What's your pleasure? (I mean, vice).
Ahh... red wine. Yours?
Excellent description.
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