Skin – poem for dVerse

My bare feet are cold against the kitchen floor.

I chose soft clothes today,
as if my body is a child
in need of comfort.

I’ve held on tight – the kettle handle
smooth beneath my palm –
me clinging on, like it’s
a lifeline linking me
to planet Earth

my feet are bare against the cold kitchen floor

I closed my hands around the cup –
heat almost pain,
pain almost heat –
but nothing warms me –

I trailed my fingers
over the wooden table,
letting the faint, fine ridges
of the grain be felt
letting the texture soothe me

my cold feet bare against the kitchen floor

I chose soft clothes today,
to hold me like a mother’s arms,
cradling me.

I’m hosting at dVerse tonight, and we’re exploring the sense of touch. Come and join in – it’s the poets’ pub, and it’s alway good to spend time there.

23 thoughts on “Skin – poem for dVerse

  1. Very sensual, and in a good way; a perfect illustration for your prompt (thanks for hosting). My fave section was touching wood; like a smooth worry stone, somehow we all make connection with nature, with earth, when we touch wood.

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  2. This one gave me a feeling of apprehension, the repetition building up to a tragedy at the end. There’s a sense of fragility in the bare feet, the hanging on, clutching at familiar things. I was expecting a death. Perhaps there was.

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  3. What a wonderful poem, Sarah! The repetition works well in separating the different feelings and threading them together. I love the lines:
    ‘I’ve held on tight – the kettle handle
    smooth beneath my palm –
    me clinging on, like it’s
    a lifeline linking me
    to planet Earth’
    and
    ‘I chose soft clothes today,
    to hold me like a mother’s arms,
    cradling me’
    brought tears to my eyes.

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  4. This is an excellent and interesting poem. On the surface there are some wonderful images of contact ~ ‘heat almost pain/pain almost heat’ ~ and yet also underneath is that sense of pathos.

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  5. Hi.. sarahsouthwest.. Thanks For a Wonderful
    dVerse Online Prompt on Touch and for
    me at
    Least
    Tactile Sensitivity
    WHere the Human
    Made World of Materials
    is often So Foreign to my
    Touch in ‘Sensibilities’
    of Enduring those
    Human
    Made
    Material Touches
    i might as well be
    An ‘ET’ from another
    Planet but Perhaps more
    inTune With Nature as Nature’s Touch is Fine
    Away from the By-Products of Homo Sapiens Now
    And Oh Lord ‘they’ Stopped making the Cotton
    T-Shirts i liked so much.. not too Heavy..
    not too Light in Material Weight
    And texture so now i might
    as Well
    Be ‘Rainman’
    Without ‘K-Mart’ too..
    And it’s True i’ve spent
    Most of my Life with My Hands
    Closed as the Finger Tips are still
    Way too Sensitive Around Human Made Stuff..
    And to top it off i can’t Wash Dishes.. Dry Clothes.. or even Stand
    to Hear Someone Sweep the Carpet.. Problem Solved.. i got married..
    but Katrina
    Does
    Love
    my Touch..;)

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  6. So much to appreciate in this poem that uses repetition so effectively. I felt like your soul sister reading this as far as my response to the cold we are having right now. I spoil myself when it comes to fabric…love that softness. And hot coffee or tea on cold days. You are such a good poet.

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  7. Pingback: She chose soft clothes. | Fmme writes poems

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