Your body is electric

Your body is electric
with laughter and mischief.
Your limbs are frisk and risk,
each nerve a thread of bliss.

Mine is reluctant and stiff.
It does not dance when others do.
Mope and slouch. Balk and ache.

Your body is a garden
bearing fruit and flower,
leaf and life, in madcap abundance.

Mine: urban wasteland,
disused warehouse, lot overrun
with weeds and needles,
spent cigarettes decades old.

Still, there is conversation,
even communion,
between us.

You hold my hand,
and all the dust in me
remembers April.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-02-11 at 05:05

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
All sorts of thoughts rang through my head
As I read the title, The poem did the same.
Do electric sheep have electric dreams
A si fi book by P. K Dick nothing to do with poetry...
It's strange how a few words can invoke ones thought process.
The title alone acts like a muse inviting me in. The poem does the same.
Regards Alan

D G Moody
I'm with Lawrence and Allen, this poem 'zings', and your use of metaphor is superb, as is that final stanza - Bravo Thomas!!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
The final stanza is a knockout. Nice work.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A masterpiece IMHO. Much deserving of accolade. To those of us of mature years will understand this poem as if we ourselves had written it.
Blessings, Allen