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Today’s Selected Poetry: Poetry Movie. Poetry Performance. Read 7 selected poems

Watch POEM turned into a MOVIE:
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/watch-poem-turned-into-a-movie-old-hat-by-sue-walker/

Watch Poetry Reading Performance:
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/01/summer-invitation-poetry-reading-by-nathan-ocallaghan/

Read Selected Poetry:

ARTISTS, by Neha Sharma
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/artists-poetry-by-neha-sharma/

A NOBLE FRIEND, by Newton Gatambia Kibiringi
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/a-noble-friend-poetry-by-newton-gatambia-kibiringi/

SUBLIME, by Javier Rodriguez
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/sublime-poetry-by-javier-rodriguez/

WHAT ARE WE DOING IN TODAY’S WORLD, by Carol Kappes
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/what-are-we-doing-in-todays-world-by-carol-kappes/

I REMEMBER YOU, by Taylor Lane
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/i-remember-you-poetry-by-taylor-lane/

STORY ON CANVAS, by Hadel S. Maayeh
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/story-on-canvas-poetry-by-hadel-s-maayeh/

HER DREAM, by Maria Wyrick
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/her-dream-poetry-by-maria-wyrick/

I remember you, Poetry by Taylor Lane

Genre: Love, Relationship, Romance

I remember you
by Taylor Lane

I dreamt of you as a young girl, though my prolific
girlish imagination could not conjure up the
beautiful creases your skin etches upon your face
when your gleaming smile stretches up
to the deep chestnut of your eyes.

My love,
you first appeared to me
as an oyster of blazing heat.
In the near winter of November,
You were a flame
I held in the palm of my hand.
The scorching sensation of you coursing
throughout my body, registering as the critical cure
to my coldness.
You have made me full.
Your mellifluous voice tango’s with the space between us
in the forest of our mutable natures.

My dear boy,
running rampant through my veins
you should know this; you are
the incandescent light beaming in the street lamp
down a silent ally that I wearily walk.
You are the vindicating whisper of the wind,
narrating me to push back
when I stumble at the force of life’s blows.
You are the distant boat in the sea at dawn
after a long day
sailing back to the shore of my heart.
You breathe life into me.
You are my twelve o’ clock,
I’ll go about by day
but like the ticking of the hour hand
I’ll always come right back to you.
Don’t you realize, my dear boy,
love is elementary,
and you are the elements.