That Day You Touched My Arm Poem by Patti Masterman
That Day You Touched My Arm
That day you touched my arm, it seemed
That air was thicker than it used
To be; and even if I dreamed
That fettered things at last were loosed-
No truer tale, could lips reveal
In matrimonial embrace,
No gilded link would ever seal
The treasure hid by white lace;
And thinking that my secret lie
In places undisclosed, and still;
I was surprised to find that I
Had wrote it, on the window-sill.
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4/23/2024 3:19:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You have a very imaginative & fertile mind that needs to exceed beyond the boundaries and constraints of what has already been. Your writing is very fluent with assertive messages that keep the ready occupied with literal stimulation. Glad to have read some of your poetry.