Shawn L. Bird

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poem- nerves July 3, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:36 pm
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When

You sat beside me

I couldn’t find the gears

on this car I drive every day.

Your half drunk bottle of water

has become the  holy relic in a

 smile bestowing, mobile shrine

to your presence next

to me.

 

17 Responses to “poem- nerves”

  1. Scott's avatar Scott Says:

    Nerves says a great deal in only a few words without losing the message. Good job.

  2. Rajiv's avatar Rajiv Says:

    Good title, actually

    • Nerves start it, but don’t end it, and I like the title to reflect the theme, which is generally revealed at the end. But, I don’t always know the theme when I start writing, and WordPress makes us enter the title first. Sometimes I edit it later, but forgot to this time. 🙂 I’ll keep imagining ways relics require nerves.

  3. Lorien's avatar Lorien Says:

    Now I’m wondering who you’re talking about. I’m imagining Diana Gabaldon. 😉

  4. words4jp's avatar words4jp Says:

    I really like this. The religious references are quite clever.

  5. davidprosser's avatar davidprosser Says:

    If whoever was the subject saw this, there would be a Cheshire Cat smile a mile wide.
    xxx Massive Hugs xxx

  6. Elouise's avatar Elouise Says:

    Takes me back to many a hallowed relic now trashed. Such power they had!

  7. topazo's avatar topazo Says:

    I love this!


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