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November 2008 
Neshamah (my soul)
Posted on Jun 9th, 2007
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Metta
Metta
It is the scent of my own neshamah:
Thai tea, that one tree,
the subtle smoke,
your hair.
It is the smell of my own perfection
to be
that draws me in
and makes me weak.
It is heaven inside weeping out:
it covers you
and it drunkens me.
Thai tea, that one tree,
the subtle smoke,
your hair.
It is the smell of my own perfection
to be
that draws me in
and makes me weak.
It is heaven inside weeping out:
it covers you
and it drunkens me.
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You have a warm soft voice, very much your own. Thanks for sharing your poems.
Donny
Donny,
Thank you for such a lovely comment.
I love the verb 'drunkens' here. wow. thanks for beautiful words, as ever, Metta.
Hi Laura,
Thank you so much for the comment… I was a little nervous about the word “drunkens”, since it really isn't a word - or proper usage… but I figured, poetic license? And could not figure out another way to state it.
If you hadn't said it wasn't a word, I wouldn't have realized it because it is perfect there.
Oh yeah, and please use poetic license liberally, as English is too limited a language and needs more words - especially the descriptive kind that poets create! :)