Friday, September 04, 2009

Another writing prompt - to write about the pleasure of all five senses, inspired this poem of one sweet moment this evening.


Room smells of neroli, orange blossom
scent, brides and babies. Smooth
clean sheet under cheek, feather soft
baby hair pressed sweaty in crook of arm,
Sea taste of salt, abundant life,on tongue
when I steal tiny lick of precious fuzz.
Easy cadence of breath, yours, mine,
your mother's,all relaxed, gentle slow,
as we rest on Sabbath after hard day's
work. Piles of boxes glimpsed promise
more evenings of delight. You're moving in!

Victoria Hendricks, September 4, 2009


Mary said...

Such a wonderfully sweet poem, Victoria. Indeed I know you will experience more evenings of delight.

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