Haiku “Touch”

Haiku: “Touch”
Created By Jennifer Kiley
Abstract Digital Art by j. kiley
Created 03.07.13
Posted 03.08.13

rivière dorée par j. kiley © jennifer kiley 2013

rivière dorée par j. kiley © jennifer kiley 2013

haiku touch

tous l'un sont par j. kiley © jennifer kiley 2013

tous l’un sont par j. kiley © jennifer kiley 2013

penser à tu par j. kiley © jennifer kiley 2013

penser à tu par j. kiley © jennifer kiley 2013

couleurs du ciel par j. kiley © jennifer kiley 2013

couleurs du ciel par j. kiley © jennifer kiley 2013


My Love Is You Love — Whitney Houston

“Touch has a memory.” ― John Keats

“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone’s hand is the beginning of a journey. At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.” ― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.” ― Sara Gruen, Water for Elephants

“Touch. It is touch that is the deadliest enemy of chastity, loyalty, monogamy, gentility with its codes and conventions and restraints. By touch we are betrayed and betray others … an accidental brushing of shoulders or touching of hands … hands laid on shoulders in a gesture of comfort that lies like a thief, that takes, not gives, that wants, not offers, that awakes, not pacifies. When one flesh is waiting, there is electricity in the merest contact.” ― Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose

“I remember that feeling of skin. It’s strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.” ― Lucy Christopher

“If she had touched me,” …said very softly, “I would have been hers and not my own, not ever again. I wanted her to touch me but I could not let her. No cat will. We let human beings caress us because it is pleasant enough and calms them – but not her. The price is more than a cat can pay.” ― Peter S. Beagle

“… If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or if the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.” ― Paul Hoffman

“The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see your face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?” ― Markus Zusak, Underdog

“As writers we live life twice… We have a second chance at biting into our experience and examining it. …This is our life and it’s not going to last forever. There isn’t time to talk about someday writing that short story or poem or novel. Slow down now, touch what is around you, and out of care and compassion for each moment and detail, put pen to paper and begin to write.” ― Natalie Goldberg

“…if a thing can be said to be, to exist, then such is the nature of these expansive times that this thing which is must suffer to be touched. Ours is a time of connection; the private, and we must accept this, and it’s a hard thing to accept, the private is gone. All must be touched. All touch corrupts. All must be corrupted. And if you’re thinking how awful these sentiments are, you are perfectly correct, these are awful times, but you must remember as well that this has always been the chiefest characteristic of the Present, to everyone living through it; always, throughout history, and so far as I can see for all the days and years to come until the sun and the stars fall down and the clocks have all ground themselves to expiry and the future has long long shaded away into Time Immemorial: the Present is always an awful place to be.” ― Tony Kushner, Homebody/Kabul

“…dark embers smolder inside me – one touch and they flare – who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?…” ― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other…” ― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha