Past The Feeling Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Past The Feeling

Rating: 5.0


How many,
there are all around me.
Loosing count of them all.
I am found.
Never knowing,
who it is, that I am.
After once being told.
Bulging out,
is the full ripe smell,
of the heady fruit.
Growing sweaty,
and picked by hand.
Approaching; a long phalanx
is then,
when in the end
forthcoming;
becoming is after each,
and being,
taken away from to the market.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marieta Maglas 11 August 2010

Wonderful poem with a perfect theme.. feeling is the keyword here....Mari

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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