Poems by Nancy Taylor
Most of the time I am a multimedia producer in the San Francisco Bay Area -- poetry keeps my sanity and soul together. I like a conversational style of writing that slips the reader into that inarticulate state of mind that poetry voices so well. I especially like Robert Creeley, Sharon Olds, and Ray Carver, with whom I studied in the middle 70s. My poems have made a minor appearances in a few literary magazines including the Spoon River Poetry Review, Sou'wester, and an upcoming issue of Nimrod. I recently received an honorable mention in the Allen Ginsberg Poetry Contest run by the Poetry Center at Passaic Community College in New Jersey.
Labyrinth
Think about the maze, is it
the private unseen heart, whether
treasure or lethal, or is it the mystery
we require, the virtual doors that
mimic walls, even traps, so
we lose ourselves as we must to
find what we had no
concept of losing. The language of longing is
like this, the vowels of desire, the consonants of
sex. We reconnoiter this terrain
as we mingle our feet, let them act as hands,
as we press our hands, let them act as feet,
unwinding and winding,
tracking the skin,
opening the face,
as we learn the slight brush of the nose as it
follows the scent of shoulders,
closely inhaled,
heat in the ear,
a small white delicacy,
the poised mouth,
the arched neck.
© Nancy Taylor, 1996
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