Omnipresent

She comes up behind me

Her translucent form taking shape in the mist

Smelling of sesame oil and ginger

And my neck hairs prickle

Like the fuzz on a rotting kiwi

For I know who she is

Yet I have no name.

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  1. “my neck hairs prickle like the fuzz on a rotting kiwi” is an incredible line! I love how descriptive this is! Thank you for sharing this! Great post, as always! ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. Hey Jaya, I read this poem several times before commenting, and your words make me feel all sorts of emotions each time I read it. I didn’t take much notice of the title when I first read it either. When I started to think about the poem together with the title, it took on a different meaning once again. I love it! Thanks for sharing! ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. Mmmm I love the smell of sesame oil, hehe. This is a very interesting piece where you have different sensories tingling. You know what’s going on but can’t put a word to it. This kind of reminds me when I want to say a specific word that I am thinking about, but can’t put a name to it.

    Nancy โœจ exquisitely.me

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  4. Woah. I LOVE this!!
    I really feel like this would be a great story or even multiple pieces.
    It’s amazing how big of a world you created so quickly.

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  5. ILove this one of yours except since I am not on twitter cannot comment. It’s wonderful and the comparison with the fuzz on a kiwi! Lovely

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