
The Feeling
The Feeling
It begins—
a tremor beneath thought,
a rumor of motion
through the bones.
This flesh remembers
what the mind forgot—
a door unlatched,
a heat before language.
I move,
or am moved,
by something older
than my own name.
— kenne

The Feeling
The Feeling
It begins—
a tremor beneath thought,
a rumor of motion
through the bones.
This flesh remembers
what the mind forgot—
a door unlatched,
a heat before language.
I move,
or am moved,
by something older
than my own name.
— kenne
Posted January 5, 2026 by kenneturner in Capturing the Moment, Existential Moment, Information, Poetry, Tucson Arizona
Tagged with Abstract Art, Existential Moment, Poetry, The Feeling, Tucson Arizona