Saturday, July 28, 2012

Maybe Someday

To be seen; without the blinding glare
That distorts the obvious.

To be heard; without the echoes
That consume what is said.

To be felt without the film
That separates me from them.

To be tasted, truly taste;
For my entire earthiness.

To be smelled distinctly;
A smell that is wholly me

…Maybe someday…..

©Naan Pocen


Carrie A Ryman said...

Beautiful, Naan. I think we all want that. This is a poem that every woman can relate to.

NAAN POCEN said...

Thanks Carrie.