As I usually do, I have written a free verse poem in response to last week's prompt (sorry for the tardiness of posting!)
"Every touch matters..."
wiping a crumb from the corner of my mouth...
blowing a lash off my cheek to make a wish...
tickling my nose with a feather while I nap...
pinky-swearing secrets to the grave...
that delicate not-even-there feeling just before two hands meet...
tipping a tear off my face before it has the chance to roll...
nothing is too small to feel...
not even the brush of a baby's eyelash
in a whispery kiss as soft as lace...
Every touch matters.
Beautiful! This is so delicate and lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks Carla,
ReplyDeleteMost of the poems I've been creating lately have been more like collages of images - in this one I was just trying to collage the most delicate imagery I've experienced, because that's what Lace reminds me of... I hope to get more into shaping/crafting these poems later on... but thanks for the comment - very encouraging!