The fan turns through sodden air,
winding silent words of breath,
teasing at the light, nestling
in moisture laden moments -
promising relief.
The hours draw down in heavy
waiting, holding tight to heated
thought - demanding nothing,
but a state of being.
Unlike our usual custom at this time, we are not asking you for a poem this week. Instead we’re simply asking for your “observations”, your direct perceptions as we asked of you, to simply observe some natural space easily available to you.
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/10/17/prompt-127-pt-1-its-post-your-poems-day/#respond
winding silent words of breath,
teasing at the light, nestling
in moisture laden moments -
promising relief.
The hours draw down in heavy
waiting, holding tight to heated
thought - demanding nothing,
but a state of being.
Unlike our usual custom at this time, we are not asking you for a poem this week. Instead we’re simply asking for your “observations”, your direct perceptions as we asked of you, to simply observe some natural space easily available to you.
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/10/17/prompt-127-pt-1-its-post-your-poems-day/#respond
A textural feeling of moisture & heat - "state of being" is an interesting resolution.
ReplyDeleteI like the focus you chose...nicely captured and I agree with enerihot about the texture/ temp... :)
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