Limits
Only when yearning takes me by the throat,
crisping my tonsils and closing my butterfly brain
to sensory distractions;
Only when the kernel sticks it’s cankered tongue
against my oesophagus, making it impossible
to utter ludicrous excuses;
and only when churning shakes my salt
into dismayed puddles, eyebrows registering ’empty’
and my mouth a capital ‘O’;
Only then, will I unchain my curried doppelgänger,
smell mingled sweat and adrenalin, blink in her surprised light.
And with a roar now – go on, roar!
Know how fast we will be away.
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annotating60 said,
October 5, 2013 at 8:01 pm
Jane this was a well written and powerful poem. Something I went back and read outloud. Really terrific. >KB
Julia Dean-Richards said,
October 5, 2013 at 9:30 pm
Thanks for that, KB. It is therapeutic to be back here today.
unfetteredbs said,
October 5, 2013 at 9:31 pm
YES! Love this Julia. Perfectly felt
Julia Dean-Richards said,
October 5, 2013 at 9:43 pm
Woo, thanks Audra. Good to see you x
unfetteredbs said,
October 5, 2013 at 9:45 pm
Likewise Julia. I was excited to see you in my ” feedly”. You’ve been quiet
Julia Dean-Richards said,
October 5, 2013 at 9:55 pm
In the big world I’ve been horribly noisy 😉
unfetteredbs said,
October 5, 2013 at 9:59 pm
I like that. And yet it stinks right? Oh how I crave stillness
Julia Dean-Richards said,
October 6, 2013 at 8:21 am
Understood. There has to be a time and place to withdraw and recharge – even for a couple of hours. Will work on this one.
john said,
October 7, 2013 at 7:58 pm
“Know how fast we will be away.” Gosh that is beautiful! It has such a Dylan-like Welsh lilt to it that makes it fall so sweetly from the tongue. Very, very nice.
Julia Dean-Richards said,
October 7, 2013 at 8:00 pm
Thank you, John, it is nice to be here with my friends and fellows x