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…again, and…

by Leslie Ann Eisenberg

A cosmic itch, the urge
A twitch, nerves hit
Sway, tickle,
Bits, fonts radiate
Pulse my brain
in sleep soon

So soon wishes
Airborne pencil
Shavings, fly
Like I need to fly

Writing, timeless lover
Mother to my unborn me
Verve, swornfire within
Hear, here, gasp the breath
warm-red grasp breathe out
what I still am and
Always remembered

Child more than wishes
ripple swish dust no more
Foot to core slender
fingers spread seeds

Pretty ponies
punch smooth sand
beaches sunset
Lick the swirl of
Rainbow lollipops
A twirl, a girl, loved
and in love with
Everything she sees

Again

11/03/2007

Author's Note: a late night bird of inspiration ;)

Posted on 11/03/2007
Copyright © 2024 Leslie Ann Eisenberg

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/03/07 at 03:10 PM

Grasped by the "slender fingers" of your night before sleep, almost dream words are "seeds" into and out of the fertile mind... wishing for flight, for dream ("again" beyond "again") your metaphorical pen ("mother" of your self, your flight" "foot to core" the essential dance, your words...adore... and "pretty ponies" carry you on "again" anto another shore... beautiful night poetry

Posted by Julie Adams on 11/03/07 at 05:22 PM

there is so much to this piece...my favorite stanzas are 1, 3, & 5, b/c they pack so much in...stanza 1, i love the idea of the fonts in the brain...stanza 3, seems to strke a chord for me as a writer, and love the "warm-red gasp breathe out"...stanza 5, fresh colors and new imagery...a pleasure to read, peace, jewels

Posted by Max Bouillet on 01/21/08 at 12:20 AM

This is a poetic barrage to the senses –the breath of consciousness born in words. Excellent read! :)

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