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Before the key did its magic,
it was like
we were only breathing,
nothing more.
Two-dimensional
sleeping
inside a dream.
Blank space
until the kiss
of home
opened the door.
I was also inspired by dVerse: Poetry in Liminal Spaces, but I’m too late for the link.
Photo: a wall someplace in Arizona.
This poem drifts into my consciousness like the lightest of feathers with the holiest of touches, love. That space before one awakens to "home" is so well described as "two dimensional sleeping." As always, a pleasure to read, Jen. (ps. Just added your link to Mr. Linky. He's not averse to stragglers! Thanks for joining in.)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Dora. You are the sweetest!
DeleteWithout true love we just exist, Alfie, or so says Dionne Warwick. I love the connection between the image at the top and your opening line. As someone who has to really discipline herself to write something gentle and understated, I admire that you have a natural talent for it, Jen, and that's just one of the reasons I love reading what you write. This is lovely.
ReplyDeletePS--look at that, you've had a visit from Queen Cool Dora and ragamuffin me, you're living large! :-P
ReplyDeleteBah..."ragamuffin" pffft! Queen of Soul Poetry and Queen Cool Dora visit me here and I am certainly livin' large! :-D
DeleteSo quietly beautiful. Wonderful writing.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteWhen we find home, be it person, or building, it is a treasure of priceless peace.
ReplyDeleteThis is really a lovely poem, Jennifer.
ReplyDeleteFinding home is contentment and peace. Lovely poem!
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