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My Morning Visit 5 Dimensions of Perception

My Morning Visit

The pressure,
the screech and grind
vibrate down
through the jaw bone
while cool liquid squirts,
sloshing over gums
and drooling
from a prickly numb lip.
A whiff of something burning,
the flat taste of metal
accompany the closeup view
of plastic gloved knuckles
and an acoustic
ceiling high above.
Time ticks in slow motion
until I will be free.
                   ~~Judi Van Gorder



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Prompt: Your assignment: Write a poem about some recent event using specific, but fictional, details of texture, color, scent, shape, and flavor to make your narrative come to life, as Robert Frost did in his poem After Apple-Picking  

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