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
speaking…
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
my secret innuendo® 
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…
You provoke such strong emotions in we readers through your imagery!!! Love the photos as well!
thank you… glad i was able to come up with the words… thanks for stopping by 😉
you’re very welcome 🙂
Very sensitive, I like the choice of words and image. Perfect combination!
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 🙂
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!
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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!
it’s been my pleasure 🙂 i’m glad that jingle found me… happy holidays to you too…..
Robin,
Your blog is beautiful.
“touched” touched me. And the last line made it even better.
debi
thank you, debi… it touched me too while it wrote itself, with the help of special artwork. i like the last line too.. it changes it all from a wish to something that happened. 🙂
The power of touch! Lovely poem.
My potluck: http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2010/12/20/sacrament/
yes, it has a strength like no other.
Soft sensuality.
sensual, yes 🙂
Lovely, this poetic exploration of the power of touch. Well done.
one of the greatest powers…
great! mines here- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/01/23/painted-hallways/
thanks for visiting
To melt from being touched, but not to disappear like a ghost….touch can be healing, creative, sensual, and definitely loving.
yes i know 🙂
this poem was referring to touching via long distance, in more of a mysterious way…
The feel of a long distance touch. It appears to make it linger on. Great piece!
😉
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 🙂
i’m glad 🙂
Words more precious than pearls; yours Miss Robin, most certainly so. Indeed “touch me again.”
A pleasure becoming aware of you.
Robert Joseph
i will try 🙂
nice to meet you too. i enjoy your writing as well…
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