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My Pause becomes A Fullstop
by Julie AdamsFirst my senses drip, mute, like candles,
each a wish set adrift down river.
His words burn like a raging comet;
I feel it’s tail scour the night sky in me.
My eyes try to swallow the whole, unpitted olive
of his news, it was my first bitter taste.
Salt does not fully prepare for the bite of Patron.
Even the gentle trickle of water does not soothe this burn.
Conifer trees play wind songs to cool and calm
the blood, the volcano erupting, my burning cheeks.
Between rabid pulses and skipped heartbeats below the surface
I’m caught, like the frozen breath of an ice age,
I'm a hungry poetess, howling
couplets of desire into the long, long night.
12/16/2009 Author's Note: new but still fermenting perhaps...
Posted on 12/16/2009
Copyright © 2026 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/17/09 at 08:02 PM I love how you take the things that are supposed to make these things easier and use them against each other. Very well said. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 12/18/09 at 12:28 AM Really liked this one, Julie. Won't bother quoting favorite lines--there's 14 of them up there. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/19/09 at 04:45 PM ... brilliant Jewels... I couldn't rate it high ehough..... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/24/09 at 04:35 PM Those last two lines are my favorites! "howling couplets" is such a fine phrase. Thank you. |
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