I Want To

A little poem in response to a writing exercise last night …

I want to

I want


I want

I want to

Words of such power

Words of such weakness

Words that speak

Words that breathe

Is a want a need

Is a want a desire

Is a want something more

Is a want even real

I want to





I want to

Feel the wind

Feel the sun

Feel the waves

I want to

Feel your touch

Feel your warmth

Feel you

I want to

Walk the world

Swim its rivers

Share its rhythms

I want to

Talk to you

See you smile

Hold you tight

I want to

About kingmidget

About the name. I was the youngest of four. Until I got to kindergarten, I didn't have much to say. All I had to do to get what I wanted was to point, and a sibling, or loving parent, would fulfill my request. As a result, my father coined the nickname -- King Midget. At least that's the way the story goes. I am a father, husband, friend, and lover, writer, runner, pizza maker, baker, and many other things. What I am not is my occupation. It is my job that pays the bills and provides for my family. But, it does not define me.
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8 Responses to I Want To

  1. lobotero says:

    I tried poetry but it became more limerick….LOL chuq

  2. This is very sweet. Harold Pinter often wrote poetry like this. Short, brief, selective, as if he placed each word onto the page with a tweezer. I see, you do this too. One can only admire this.

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