We discard the things that don't fill
We discard the things that don't fill.
Our fancies empty spaces
of worn-out cravings
and tangible yearnings
once desirable and fragile.
Demands, once necessary
and worthwhile, now spill over
excessively onto our nerves
as we tire of their accusing presence;
Their silent build-up crowding lives
that consume too much.
Dutifully demanding direct delivery
of grim gifts. Offered unceremoniously
where warning winds dispatch
loose paper. Protesting pamphlets.
Message meaningless ...
Failing to convince merchants
of greed and glut
and impending disaster,
as gulls, the gluttons of the dump,
squeal in riotous laughter.
- Charlene Elson-Gustard
Touch, touch, is how I feel you
Touch, touch, is how I see you
Touch, touch, is how I hear you
Touch, touch, is how I love you
We move each other, to touch
Through words, we touch
For a purpose, we touch
I am open to your, touch
Anticipating your, touch
Wanting your, touch
Needing your, touch
Through your warm stare, we touch
Through conflicts we sometimes can't bear, we touch
Through smiles elevated like sunshine, we touch
Through waves like passersby, we touch
Never mind my aloof disguise, come and touch
My soul secretly lusts for your, touch
Affinity causes us to, touch
It is healing to be, touched
When should we not, touch?
The time was never designed, not to, touch
As our spirits inside were created from, touch
We maintain the cycle of life when we, touch
So come on and feel my, touch
Let it resonate within, us
It's passion flowing through our veins
Occurring naturally, not for pain.
- Taelor Lyn