one single impression: dreams
photo: davidphoto23, flickr
altered abstraction
smallest scent of intimate
you sat next to me
unwrinkled willing
softest mist of memory
i sat next to you
gathering flutter
the clutter of your being
naturally normal
undisguised conscience
opening closed eyes aware
closer we held tight
still sounds of not yet
visiting hours over
eternity etched
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
I enjoyed this very much! The format was interesting, is this any particular style of poem or just your writing style? I liked it a lot. The way you pair up words is great, I especially liked “gathering flutter
the clutter of your being
naturally normal”
Thanks for sharing!
What a beautiful pairing between the imagery and the words- just stunning!
I agree with Patti. You’ve said so much more than just your words.
PS: Have you sent your address re: prize? I wasn’t sure what your first name was, visit a lot of blogs. Please let me know.
Those limited encounters and what they mean. Imposed limits are one thing, but what about the ones we impose?
Thanks for sharing this.
That last stanza leaves me hungry for more.
Your progression along the verses went slowly. I wondered if at most any time there would be an ‘escape’ or diversion. 🙂
The last line settled that, they were caught in the web of conformity:
still sounds of not yet — more to come, when?
visiting hours over — the ‘system’ rules say …
eternity etched — “behave and follow the rules”
I was living your lines and hoping a relationship would eventually be built here.
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hmm…i was not expecting visiting hours to be over. great poem and it threw me. lovely.
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