A stranger ventured
across the universal chasm
setting lips and tongue
to calculated motion.
Ordered sound waves
shook my auric drums
and journeyed to my soul
and from my reservoir
of social response,
my pliant mouth described a curve.
Three puffs of air,
pulsed and filtered
by cords - tongue - lips,
responded to her thoughtful stimulus,
“Thank you, dear.”
December, 2007
This is quite superb Robert - an thoroughly charming, elegant, cleverly conceived and perfectly executed poem. love, Allie xxxx
Wonderful image here, of the stranger vaulting the chasm (of not knowing you) , and, setting everything in motion, provoking a response from you. Well orchestrated poem!
splendid lines flowing out from the reservoir of warmth thank you for sharing Sir
This one left me a little perplexed. I wasn't sure were you were going with it.
Warmth is a rare gift, one that keeps on giving. Captivating imagery. As always, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'My reservoir of social response'. I am SO going to steal that line (probably at the next Christmas party) . Superbly carved piece. t x