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Unjust
by Linda FullerJust when I thought it had gone
for good
the juice
the thrum, synapses firing song
of skin and blood, stretch
of muscle, hum of long bones
Just when I could hear the sense
of words without falling
down the maelstrom of senseless
sound, voice an umbilical cord
linking and nurturing
no longer a guitar string plucked
sent trembling by shadow of lash
on cheek, flash of ivory
past lips, skinsmell flooding my mouth
Just when I had settled
unstirred by tautness, humor,
warmth – the last tick
of a cooling engine
under a dusty hood
….…you
10/30/2010 Author's Note: Circa 1989, written in a poetry workshop, inspired by the hunky instructor...hah! And I thought I was hormonally challenged then...
Posted on 10/30/2010
Copyright © 2025 Linda Fuller
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 10/30/10 at 11:31 PM just when you thought it was safe to lay eyes upon one... just when you thought such a chemical reaction would not occur... that's when it will happen - when expectations are exceptionally low, when guards are lower than the norm. Cachow! |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 10/31/10 at 01:21 AM I love the author's note almost as much as the poem! "synapses firing song of skin and blood.." Oooo, thats good. There is a whole lot here that is really evocative. Love it! |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 10/31/10 at 01:21 AM ps...and the title is perfect |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/31/10 at 07:32 PM A nice piece of work Linda. Rich in vocabulary and message(s). I too participated in a poetry workshop for several years; from 1989 to 1994, and then from 2000 to 2002. It really helped me to develope and refine my poetry. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/04/10 at 02:15 AM ... excellent...... |
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