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didgeridoo
by Indigo Tempestai sat
i sank
in(to) my chair
in(to) my glasses
in(to) my tension
un(til) the door
opened
and
in he
came
(not far enough, but)
watching me for
signs
with a
didgeridoo.
"you can blow." that's questionable. but i'll try.
"there's poetry tonight. at talcott.
...you should read something."
he was watching me for signs
as i was watching him for clues
as i was watching the air for words
"no...i've got this work to do, see..."
i smiled, the
murmur in my blood
creeping into
my lips
--a pure smile
--a smile of pure
poetry 10/16/2003 Posted on 10/16/2003
Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/16/03 at 09:13 PM Dates me I know, but what is a didgeridoo? LOL! You have captured the aura of the moment in the form the poetry takes. |
| Posted by Britt Zimmerman on 10/20/03 at 12:48 AM Wow, I am blown away...This, to me, had a powerful feeling to it. It sucked me right in, I loved it! |
| Posted by Cole Miller on 10/20/03 at 06:02 PM i think this is marvelous, it really caught my eye because i learned to play the didge this week.
the way this is set up is just breathtaking... |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/25/03 at 11:26 PM The image is an odd one that leads the reader into an almost altered state..... great verse that truly leaves an impression! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/16/17 at 11:45 AM Loved ever notion every line everything that was said everything there was to be said is all in here in this poem and the more that is still to come post the reading |
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