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the pleasing sound
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the pleasing sound |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She sat with her tall-laced boots Her red skirt felt like a small rose garden Touching the warmth of the sun. Her brown hair was tied into a bun, Red nail polish, Slim fingers, Foot slightly tapping Her eyes eagerly reading, Highlighting, Positioning herself on her seat From left to right, right to left Her dark eyes moving around the room, Scanning, evaluating, Disguising their feelings between each glance She sat with a certain silence A calmness unheard of Where moments of chatter Left her at ease As she rummaged through her thoughts Like an old cellar waiting for someone To breathe life into its world of dust. She was the riddle of one amongst thousands Or rather the pleasing sound Amongst chaos. |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
great diction and flow...your imagery was simply wonderful...great poem! There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Was it Stendhal who said, "Beauty is a promise of happiness"...? Physical pulchritude can be a personal deep freeze inside---it isn't always, but surely can tend that way if the bearer becomes an "old cellar." The boots and red skirt are a nice touch, poetically speaking. Another well-written poem from you! |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Faith...happy you enjoyed Cheers |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Easy...hope all is well Cheers |
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