You Move Me MAG

November 10, 2009
By WhitneyKidd BRONZE, Franktown, Colorado
WhitneyKidd BRONZE, Franktown, Colorado
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You move me
You move me like Donny Osmond moved all those girls
With his purple socks.
You move me like the wind moves leaves
So subtle.
You move me like meeting my new brothers and sisters
For the first time, at twelve years old.
You move me like a crescendo in the orchestra
Like The Cranberries
Because, I want you to want me.

You move me
You move me like the gum on the bottom of your shoe
Taking me with you, along for the ride.
Like the first time I stood center stage
Scared. Yet so excited to recite my lines.
You move me like a horror movie
Jumping with every little sound
Running away in fear, always looking behind me
Afraid of what may happen next, anticipating every moment.
You move me like that song on the radio
You move me like Oprah moves families
Into new homes.
You move me like my best friend
My other half, my long-lost twin.
You move me like a volcano
Spouting out hot, blistering lava
Still I want to feel it, so bad.

You move me
You move me like the so many lost souls
Of socks. That I've lost to the dryer.
You move me like the kindergarten love
And the boy who shared his forest green crayon.
Like the time I met President Jimmy Carter on a plane
You move me like the emotions I can't begin to describe
You move me like a high-five
Hands stinging and tingling afterward
But who high-fives anymore?
Like a secret handshake I made up with my brother
You move me like a concert at the Gothic Theater
Everyone moving, with no room to move.

You move me
With no explanation, rhyme, or reason.
No rhythm
Or method to this madness
You move me
Up and down, side to side.
Over and under, loops and turns.


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This article has 3 comments.

Teestump said...
on May. 19 2010 at 11:39 pm
Nice work, Whitney. I like the high-fives part.

drew said...
on Nov. 26 2009 at 2:57 pm

This is a great poem, with great imagery and line breaks, and unexpected leaps. Well done!

on Nov. 26 2009 at 8:03 am
CharmingChar PLATINUM, Bronxville, New York
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Favorite Quote:
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost

You moved me with this poem, it's so strong. I love all of your examples, it has really nice flow too. Keep writing


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