you can touch me if you try
right now

i might melt but won’t disappear
like a ghost
leaving you with only your breath

my blood rises now..
maybe timid
because your touch, if true
can penetrate
the energy of it
in the only way it knows how
fingers reaching out
without words

touch me again

© r.e.l. 12/16/10

sculpture ‘The Cathedral’ by Rodin (Rodin Museum, Paris).

**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 15 (reflections, interpretations, and musings) on Jingle Poetry

29 thoughts on “touched

  1. to be touch again;
    who can really get tired
    of this magical experience?
    There was a particular moment I enjoyed
    during my long summer’s Siestas as a child.
    We would with my little sister
    sneak into the vegetable garden
    to eat fresh strawberries from the ground…
    That is what to be touch again is
    Oh Yeah!
    Franco Sastre

    • i can imagine your childhood siestas perfectly, franco..
      i think as a child i did not sleep either, and would sneak around. and now, the beauty of sleep 🙂 zzzzzzz
      and no, i don’t think i will ever tire of the image of touch in this writing…

    • thank you, i agree the words and image go together well. i originally wrote it with a different painting in mind, but this famous sculpture captures the words as well… although in a different way compared to the painting. it’s amazing to me that the same words and tone can change when the picture changes … glad you enjoyed. i think i’ll submit this one to the week 15 potluck 🙂

  2. I’d like to wish you a Merry Christmas and to say thank you for the support to Jingle Poetry, with you standing beside us, we are able to continue our efforts by providing the platform for poets who share and encourage…BEST wishes for the year 2011…your poetry has enlightened our community and made us smile.

    Blessings fly your way, Happy Holidays!

    Hope to see you on Sunday Poetry Potluck again, let me know if you have questions..old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome..

    week 15 theme: reflections, interpretations, and musings.

    Take care!

  3. The picture goes so well with your poem…

    “i might melt but won’t disappear
    leaving you with only your breath

    These two lines are the best…
    I am definitely touched by your poem 🙂

  4. Words more precious than pearls; yours Miss Robin, most certainly so. Indeed “touch me again.”

    A pleasure becoming aware of you.
    Robert Joseph

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