I know you're here this morning
I feel you all inside me
I hear your heart beating its pace
I can sense but I just cannot see
Sometimes our passions awaken
To the sensitive side of another
There are moments when life is whizzing us by
As we sit with our thoughts that smother
When a mystery of a provocative chance
With a tingle that comes to the surface
And a knot that sits in the back of the throat
As our hearts are clinched and embraced
Its realizing the chance that is wakening
Its swallowing hard that new thirst
Its keeping impulsive reasoning intact
While you sense your passions will bursts
Its knowing the warmth of someone
The fire from the heat of their arms
The smile that breaks into a grin
With security bound with their charm
Its another day for some of us
But a special one for me
A sensing of not being alone
With a spirit alive and free.
Susan, a truly beautiful writing...sensing someone who meant much to you and being by your side is captivating. You've placed a beautiful picture in my mind with your words. An exceptional write!
I like the feeling in the background of this, subtle yet strong, unseen but yet known, a soul sensed within another causing the soul never to feel alone. I love your writing, when I read you I get to peel back the layers as I go, I love exploring the depth of it.
Someday we will write together and our thoughts and words will flow endlessly and their depth will contain all inside us that is good.
Talk about being a master of words from the heart. Your words reassure as to southern charm being alive and well. I very much enjoyed this, thank you for sharing.
Physical and spiritual, this is what I would say about the content of this poem.
"And a knot that sits in the back of the throat
As our hearts are clinched and embraced
Its realizing the chance that is wakening
Its swallowing hard that new thirst"
I like how the physical details are woven into your poem.
Great density, even visually.
The depth of your passion has not been reached yet.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 28, 2008
You can conjure up intimate moments out of thin air, which by the time you get through with them, the air becomes as heavy with dense, sensuous fog . . .
To sense and feel the presence of another who we care about deeply even when they are miles away is an almost spiritual awakening as this poem so purely captures. Love and feelings like this are rare but always treasured.
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Ron
it makes the passions rise slowly reaching the fervor of love
Marvelous poem,Susan!
luv
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Walt
when i do feel it i settle into it like your poem does,
stan
well penned Susan...
John
Someday we will write together and our thoughts and words will flow endlessly and their depth will contain all inside us that is good.
Love, Pierre
Love Tinka
saty well and keep writing southern belle.
Ed
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
"And a knot that sits in the back of the throat
As our hearts are clinched and embraced
Its realizing the chance that is wakening
Its swallowing hard that new thirst"
I like how the physical details are woven into your poem.
Great density, even visually.
Axilea
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
hugs
Fee