This brush of mind touching mind
even more than skin meeting skin
is a gift, present even in your absence
as I pluck your dreaming self
like a far-straying violet, and bring you
on my walk through woods
and waterfalls
taking in shade and daylight,
your wild, unplanned scent and color
perfuming each breath,
each breath that carries me closer
to knowing you fully
and drunk on that promise
of further-ranging sweetness
I stagger inside it
Susan Daniels Poetry 
I like this. Have you thought about writing about “mind touching mind” through the body of an object or a flower? It is not exactly easy to explain what I mean because I am seeing it in pictures not in words. What I think I mean is would you consider trying to describe what is happening here throught the mingling of flower petals or the interaction between a brush and canvas?
It’s just a thought. You obviously don’t need suggestions about subjects from anyone. . . I was just seeing a possibility here. 🙂
Jeremy–I love the suggestion, and can see a beautiful possibility using either petals or brush and canvas. Hmmm, we must have a similar process in our poetry generation, because I think I see clearly what you think you meant 🙂
I find that poetry comes to me in images and not words. When I was younger I tried to compose in words but as I have “matured” I’ve found that I go to or follow the images.
That’s what I do–I see pictures in my mind–sometimes with words, sometimes without. Sometimes a particular combination of words will set something running in my mind; sometimes seeing something will do it.
such hope. i love this susan. truly beautiful
Thank you!
There was a time…:-)
🙂 yes.
Ii like the need to read it slowly ~` like loosening a corset, and slowly ttaking a breatthh.
🙂 you’ve got it, Deb.
keep staggering susan…..i love this one!!
Thanks–appreciate that. I liked the staggering, myself 🙂