Shall I dare reach out to touch the beauty of your hand
During silent moments as I softly brush against your flesh
Hesitating as breath is held so tight within a trembling chest
Beating out the moments before passion overtakes a heart
Waiting to explode
I am extremely grateful to Jingle Poetry for granting me this wonderful award!
If a poet can receive honor for writing just one poem, I would like to give credit to a woman who, in my opinion, deserves to have her poem hanging upon the walls of every library in the world. The poem, Calling Cards moved me in such a profound way that I feel it should be published and read by everyone. I could smell the aroma of old books and feel the pages turning beneath my fingers as I read it. I take great pleasure in nominating Anna at Wayside Word Garden. Please, take the time to read this lovely poem: