Driftwood IX - pipTalk Forums

How to Join	Member's Area	Private Library	Search	Sanctuary		Login
Main Forums	Discussion	Tech Talk	Mature Content	Archives	A home without a wall, Our haven without ends, A circle we all call Our Family of Friends!

Open Poetry #48

Driftwood IX

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

0 posted 2012-02-22 11:20 AM

Uploaded with ImageShack.us

Driftwood felt the moon on her tides
Coming in waves
Of southern draws
To a swamp where her secret hides

A babe in the Bayou, still just a child
She remembers
What they did
And after that she just ran wild

She comes here every so often
To check on
Her demons
And put nails in their coffins

She comes at the full moon time
When she knows
He’ll be there
To give him a bottle of cheap wine

LGR©2/22/12

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

1 posted 2012-02-22 11:30 AM

WoW! You have Driftwood up there. Great! This is a wonderful, sad, poem of dark mystery and seemingly replaying old times with the man in the swamp. Loving this . . .

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

tracie66
Member Elite

since 2000-01-18

Posts 4713
Australia

2 posted 2012-02-23 07:18 AM

as above

agree with Jerry, well done Lori.

Love is the life of the soul...
It is the harmony of the universe
— W. E. Channing

	⇧ top of page ⇧
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format.