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Coming to my senses
by Laura Doom
The deadpan muse of happy couplets kissed
away your evocations from my list:
a sumptuous September sunset
on a postcard from Ibiza
a delightful Delibes aria
remixed as an airline commercial
a dish of strawberries and cream
flavoured yoghurt
divinely woven velvet
three-ply tissue
the fragrant waft of English rose
deodorising my toilet
the epitome of elegance and poise
when dancing in the gutter
Imagine if you will,
being able to imagine
the depth of our devotion
were you more than mere sensation
and I, a writer of substance.
04/01/2014 Posted on 04/01/2014
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/02/14 at 12:27 PM Thought provoking and evocative as ever...never kiss away your own evocations. I like how the title and text play off one another. All in all, nicely balanced and colourful. :) |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 04/02/14 at 09:21 PM Chris said it best but, yeah, your trip through the sensual couplets is evocative and nicely done. Who'd want to write about substance anyway when sensation cuts right to the heart of human experience? |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/02/14 at 11:25 PM Loved the couplets' contrasting lines - very clever - you take me up, you pull me down, but I still get a kick out of "divinely woven velvet three-ply tissue". |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 04/04/14 at 01:54 AM This poem is wrapped up perfectly in those last two lines. Romantically self-deprecating. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/07/14 at 08:22 PM Are we not all part and partial of sensation? We take from our sensations our perceptions and play them out as we will. And this poem is a good example of such play. |
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