Author: Meridian Zuriel
I can almost taste it
I can almost feel it
I can almost see it
I can almost hear it
I can almost smell it
The lands, the cities, the people
The fax machine, the clients,
The muscle car, the brick House
The dream job, the white-collar life
The full-bloomed trees, the blue skies
The sweet air, the mowed, healthy lawn
The friendly neighbors
Where everybody knows my name
I can see the cycle
Like the washing machine
Until I’ve lived it
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Colin (184.108.40.206) -- Thursday, November 26 2009, 12:58 am|
I did it,I said it, and I am it - the reader of this most wonderful poem and the proverbial chase of our elusive dreams and wishes!!!!
|Ben Alan Franklin (220.127.116.11) -- Thursday, November 26 2009, 03:17 pm|
Meri this was so strong....I love it!
|Meridian (18.104.22.168) -- Friday, November 27 2009, 06:05 am|
Thanks poets. I'm from the outside looking in, wanting to be a part of that world/life I never knew.
|Jeremy Morzos (22.214.171.124) -- Wednesday, December 2 2009, 05:57 pm|
That was very awesome!!!!
|Meridian (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, December 4 2009, 06:15 pm|
Hey Jeremy! Thanks a mil!
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