Friday, June 24, 2011

The Breeze




















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser


What is the breeze other than

children’s laughter,
last breaths,
and lover’s kisses blown
as hopes and despairs
in the same desirous language
the world over?

Wing beats of butterfly and bird,
and the angel you refuse to acknowledge,
all trying to nudge
the Wanderer of you
into the vacant arms of The Great Mystery.

Leaf slides against leaf
like a bow rides a string during
the third course of
instrumental love making.

“Shhhhh,” they say to every other name
but the one that has been
trying to reach your parched lips
since the moment of your
well-intended conception.

It could all begin with
the nerve endings
in your skin.

When will you stop ignoring
that which touches you?


© 2011-2016/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" 
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6 comments:

  1. Thank you for this poem. Please check out my blog www.amuse-ingruminator.blogspot.com

    michael

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  2. wonderful poetry, Jamie.. : ) Thank you!

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  3. Beautiful, moving, inspiring x

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