Swift Swift

I wasn't always here
From where I came, that silent country
Spoke by thought

We conversed by proximity
Dialogued with scent

And here, everything translates through
Mouth, an imperfect organ, that
Speaks only in terms of
Hunger




Poetry by Charlie fan
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Written on 2008-10-08 at 21:20

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you have always been a fan of mine, your wisdom is so beyond my understanding. Loved it.
2008-11-09


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
this is good.
my mothers maiden name was "swift" so you can imagine :)
the first line intrigues...
then it becomes nicely fascinating.
2008-11-09


Kathy Lockhart
intriguing causing much thought and admiration of your talent.
2008-10-23