at the base of my soul heaviness
firefly desires
drink from the crescent
under grandmother’s quilt
bare fool echoes
tinkling fey dances in her garden
of patchouli and lemon grass
newly dried persimmon
formidable yearning
still jump

For We Wordle #5


About T A Smith

Just one of the literacy scholars on this site who wants to explore writing in all its complexities.
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15 Responses to Within

  1. stimmyabby says:

    This is the type of poetry that makes no sense and makes me feel like I was there at the same time. I love it! 🙂

  2. “tinkling fey dances in her garden” and those “firefly desires” slpmartin cited—small moving lights. Wonderful images, Yousei.

    Hmm, do I detect a sexual element to this poem–or do I dance too far from the center of intention?

    • Yousei Hime says:

      So glad you like it. Of course there is sex there. I was feeling rather daring (for me, anyway). Of course, any poem has whatever the reader finds in it too. 😉

  3. ladynyo says:


    Lady Nyo

  4. “under grandmother’s quilt”. That line tickled my soul. Thanks. 🙂

    Greetings from London.

  5. Lindy Lee says:

    You pique the innards of the soul…

  6. ManicDdaily says:

    Firefly desires are wonderful ones to honor. K.

  7. slpmartin says:

    Really liked the phrase “firefly desires”.

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