Tuesday, September 2, 2008

How Missing You Feels

This is how missing you feels--

Like olive oil running off my fingertips,

Like dawn without her sister, sleep.

I remember how touching you feels--

Like rain on cat-tails,

Like my name spoken by church bells.

And when I feel opened, oh...

When I cradle my wound like a favorite child,

When I cannot bear starlight

Or kindness,

That is how missing you feels.



Art and Poetry said...

Very creative writing and the rhyming parts are great!

Sharkbuttocks said...

dude, wow!

Fireblossom said...

Thank you Art & P. It's nice to see you back again. ;-)

ooh lil Sharkbutt, sometimes you just make me want to buy a fitch factory for you, yanno? Tell your foodchick that Bosco's foodchick says hello...will you do that for me, please? Thanks, dude!

Anonymous said...

Wonderful imagery Cookie!

Fireblossom said...

Thank you, lil sis of mine! :-)

Maria said...

Very emotional. When I feel opened, when I cradle my wound
like a favorite child.

Fireblossom said...

Hello Maria, where have you been? I'm glad you stopped in and that my poem resonated for you. :-)

Wordcrafter said...

I feel as if you are treading a fine line here between a pensive very meditative mood, and a fierce profound need. Beautiful.

Fireblossom said...

Yes, that's the feeling I was trying to describe, almost waves of first one, then the other, and ultimately all of a piece. Thank you, WC. :-)