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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
It was winter rest assured it was the blanket of snow that colored the soft covered roof of her homes light brown hair Her eyes fasted that night closed, private with her eyelashes touching the ground touching a small part of the mole on the right side off her neck She's listened to her own thoughts those wild fantasies of a woman with her heart on the sad trail of a morning walk Such a deep sigh within her voice that you could feel a pain unleash beside her cream, colored skirt Never did the tears like the fall of a shadow side with the buildings rough, curved brick tiles For she wore the side of her heart towards the sunset where only a gaze could sigh along her slender figure Where the heart roams the cattle follow but the heart followed the cattle's rumble Tears of the heart under the tigers slight growl fading away with her perished smile. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Tomer, this exquisite poem is snow-soft and quiver-sensitive, yet decade-memorable. I love the whole poem, but my favourite lines are the secondlast stanza. I am sorry that it doesn’t have a title, though. That isn’t like you not to find the words you want. Owl |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Owl- I enjoyed that stanza, as well. Your comments about the piece are heartfelt. The title just couldn't come to me for some reason...one of those days. Hope you're well Cheers Tomer |
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