that naughty word
prancing in my mind
doing the bamboo dance
lifting its legs in the nick of time
as I close the poles to snare it.
now it is a mosquito
buzzing in my ear
driving me to madness
belly-red with juice
it flies away
well fed and unconcerned
leaving me in the itch.
a flash, a spark, the shock of a current
seen briefly, felt keenly
before the teeth clamps down on it
it is an after taste on my tongue.
that naughty word prancing in my mind doing the bamboo dance lifting its legs in the nick of time as I close the poles to snare it.. oh this stanzaattracted me. the descrption of the word that escapes us always. to think of that and write about it is in itself creative poetry
there is no word beyond love which can encompass the whole world whenever one is in juxtaposition a word all have so many times heard it's on my lips they say what is it but love any way @ 45 u look so young and bright I wonder what the word would have been when one was @16 lovey imagery you leave the word out only none can believe 'tis LOVE ONLY READ my moms smiles please
I ask myself what it can be - this held me close from start to finish.
hi :) it is not any particular word... the poem is a description of how we feel when we try to get the right word to express what we want. the word seems within grasp but always eludes us.
A refined poetic imagination, Aditi r. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
perhaps, it left me intrigued and aroused ever so slightly. Captures an audience and I think all can relate to this word... I like it
Thank you Tommy :)