Joy Ride

Joy Ride
think how your body moved down the avenue of fourteen
hips swaying into tomorrow and the next day
 
 how you curl your tongue around the idea of chocolate
consumed by it even as your body consumes it
 
 how your eyes connect with other eyes,
locking you into that inevitable, unforgettable  dance
 
and feel how your body shudders and utters delight
when you share its secrets
 
 how Beethoven ravaged, savaged your heart
invading, vibrating a joyous ode across tiny ear drums
 
 how your skin felt like silk when you dove into the ocean,
 and the salt-flecked water blessed, caressed and ate you
 
 how your body worked to roll out another and another  body,
sweating and pushing,  pushing and sweating you bore them out
 
 then swooned at the scent of brand new-born pouring
 into every open door your body owns
 
 how you are stunned when you rise from a daydream
 and your eyes run across the sky, immense, intense with clouds
 
 how you glow when a little boy stops playing
to  touch your cheek lightly, politely planting a kiss 
 
 how a river of pleasure runs through your nose 
when a rose shrugs off its holy fragrance
 
and oh,
feel how your heart pumped as you jumped on your bike
willing your eight year old legs to ride forever
 
how you soared, when you stopped on the road to Yosemite, awed
and had to lie on the hood of the car to keep from falling into the stars
 
and how your heart sings in time with the birds
when spring arrives to banish, vanish winter
 
  your body convulses and  pulses with  laughter, 
 tears flowing, you fall down on the floor 
 
 when you think what an impossible joy-ride
it has given you
     ever since you climbed aboard
at your naked, gasping birth.
 
*
 
©WabiSabi 2013

                                     

For d’Verse “Open Link Night’

For Poets United ‘Poetry Pantry’    

                                                                                                           

                                                                                                                       

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47 thoughts on “Joy Ride

  1. I’ve read this several times….taking in the words you wrote…expressive feelings that I hide and don’t let out…even on paper…thank you very much…I enjoyed what you wrote, and tried to absorb the right to give birth to the inner most thoughts see the light of day.
    Thank you very much,
    Peace,
    Siggi

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  2. You’ve given me a new appreciation for my own joy-ride! I have to say I am mightily impressed by your longer work, although I continue to savor your daily haiku delicacies! 🙂

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  3. Oh yes! Every line resonates. I especially love the lying on the floor of the car so one doesnt fall into the stars. What an amazing journey it is and how joyously you have written about it. Applause!!!!!!!!

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  4. wow…you tingle all the senses in this…bringing us to familiar places….allowing those feelings to come forth from us…nice…your transitions one tot he next were really good as well….

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  5. Wow, I love all the sensory experiences of the joy ride ~ This verse particularly struck me:
    how a river of pleasure runs through your nose
    when a rose shrugs off its holy fragrance

    Lovely offering ~ Good to see you at the Pub ~

    Grace

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  6. I think I needed to read something like this right now (stuck as I am with the whole family in flu mode) – a celebration of life, of the human body and what it can bear and do. Beautiful and inspiring!

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  7. LOVE; LOVE; LOVE this…such wonderful tactile images…a shower of emotions…my fav part being …when you stopped on the road to Yosemite, awed
    and had to lie on the hood of the car to keep from falling into the stars…. wow..really cool write

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    • Thank you for your kind and generous comments on my poems, Maggie. For me, experiencing life in the moment, with all the sensual opportunities that implies, is what life is all about. Not yesterday(memories), not tomorrow(worries). Today!

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