Friday, September 29, 2006

belated poetry...



















her senses working
like synapses
firing
& charging
bullying
& barging
their way to the front
(feel Me! see Me! experience Me!)
(acknowledge
me...)

until finally
they agree
to work together
to grasp
her lapsed attention...

and suddenly,
fall
comes bursting
into sight.

other senses found here

3 comments:

la vie en rose said...

feel me, see me, experience me, acknowledge me--that sounds a lot like the mantra that's been repeating in my head lately...

twitches said...

I like this, and I love all your fall pictures! Very inviting and cool.

wendylou who? said...

i like the "in the moment" feel of this poem..well done!

Wendy from Quiet ....