Window Shopping
26 November, 2009
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
Like “Cheers,”
Not notoriously
I can see the cycle
Like the washing machine
Ever turning
Until I’ve lived it
Traveled it
Did it
Said it
Am It
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Colin (69.157.6.227) -- Thursday, November 26 2009, 01:58 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 (82.22.31.201) -- Thursday, November 26 2009, 04:17 pm Meri this was so strong....I love it! |
| Meridian (64.12.117.71) -- Friday, November 27 2009, 07:05 am Thanks poets. I'm from the outside looking in, wanting to be a part of that world/life I never knew. |
| Jeremy Morzos (168.12.62.73) -- Wednesday, December 2 2009, 06:57 pm That was very awesome!!!! |
| Meridian (64.12.117.71) -- Friday, December 4 2009, 07:15 pm Hey Jeremy! Thanks a mil! |
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