a touchless society”
neil touches my elbow
while we talk
tai rests his hands on my shoulders
as he picks up the tab
doug takes my hand
and we dance in the coffee house
will makes sure our fingers collide
when he offers his lighter
in the quick blue heat
he takes a piece of me
even now in the quiet
i feel them all in my skin
In a list
A contest entry
- through the blue door by Cat.
700 points, ended December 12, 2007, 23 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is just terrific.


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A well deserve win! The poem slaps me in the face beautifully. Excellent!


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Congratulations on winning gold, you deserve it. I have often found myself considering the importance of touch, most often when paying for something. There is a desire to connect with people, to feel that commonality, and you have illustrated that desire beautifully here.
congratulations, Matt.


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beautiful and congratulations.
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wow
This poem was really well written, I'm impressed.
"in the quick blue heat
he takes a piece of me
even now in the quiet
i feel them all in my skin"
were my favorite lines....keep it up -
bravo!


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wow...
I am in awe... love that final line, haunting, but not in a typical or dark way... it just leaves an impression - kind of like the impression the piece speaks of...
beautiful! congratulations!

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this is excellent- it is one of those pieces that remain long after the page is closed
the touches linger- like the scents, the voices, the eyes.. nicely done
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Mary asked me to help with the judging - so I get to read some lovely poetry!
I liked this. The opening lines are so powerful and I can only sit here and nod my head and say "yes". In my work as a social worker I so often see the power of touch, especially when it comes to abused children. I am a touch person too, lol - so this poem speaks to me. I loved where you took the contest theme - great work.
~ Nicolette
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Hell, that's cause your a girl
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nice one

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thanks D.
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like caffeine for coffee
how?
black and you say no sugar please
pure essence


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Well written. Excellent. So rare on this site.


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Thank you, that means a lot coming from you.
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I love this. Makes me think about how many times just the slightest touch could give you butterflies and make you blush, and how you wanted it again once you realized it.
Stupid shit, like grabbing for popcorn at the same time at a movie.
And reminds me how often i can feel the heat of hands from my past ..
very cool, i like this take on the prompt a lot.
yer da koolest



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naw, yer da koolest
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you are one of the only REAL poets I've probably ever met on here.....


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wow, thanks
I sometimes question my being real.
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haha
ha...
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laughing is good
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wonderfully nuanced write

al

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I love the way this flows together ...
fascinating too .. the line breaks and how they alter if you put them together or leave them as is, same with the punctuation ..
I love it...
and it's so good to see you writing again.. well poetry, as I know you write often..
yes.... excellent..


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Sometimes that's part of the problem... I write for probably close to half of my time at work, well more if you include taking notes during the majority of the rest of that time. Then the other writing sometimes gets pushed aside for want of a break from it. Or needing to feel like I've accomplished other things.
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You know... I understand that I think..
the punctuation, and grammar are quite different... yes?
not to mention the way you have to change the way you approach things mentally so to speak between the two..
lol yes I'm nuts...I know

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No you're not, we just happen to be able to understand some strange almost non-communication.
Over communication?
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works for me
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it's that time of year, when we think of things, memories and times that we've touched or been touched by another... makes us remember who we are...
i feel this piece.. resonant...

nicely done Jan....


















