~ Wordage ~

~ Wordage ~

A Poem by J. Hampton

Searing  my barefeet like 

an exapanse of verbal burning bridge ..

I must cross

so I listen

painstakingly

I close my eyes

and will the tangerine sun beating on my lids

to darken and give me former peace

the golden chalice from which

I once drank your morning smile

to taste the time

that quenched my thirst like

cool water and pastel breeze

longing for the feel of

pure white sheets

and rich black earth

 

 

 

 

 

 


© 2017 J. Hampton



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I think "chalice" was intended here and "my thirst" is ran together. I like the idea of a "tangerine" sun...and of course we have "halos" and "clementines" too...Okay, I'm off to eat a tiny naval orange now. Love and hugs.

Posted 2 Months Ago


J. Hampton

2 Months Ago

thank you ...I so appreciate...off to edit
There is an inherent power in "wordage". Unique spellings, meanings, and depictions that change with placement, intent, and phrasings. Each thought's flow has the ability to hold a listener.

Chalace is a unique and provoking name... Chalice is a cup... Wordage is ...a mind's tongue at play.

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Added on February 27, 2011
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