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Driftwood (all) Reposted |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere 
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Graceful in rough washed Ornamental Windswept way Wooden Uprooted Dead hollow Drinks Herself To oblivion On any given day Driftwood lies upon the golden sand Whiskey in her suntanned hand Contemplating letting go Giving in to the undertow Driftwood decorates the lawn Covered with dew Passed out on the grass Shimmering with the dawn Driftwood’s twisted knots on display Saltwater splashed lashes Rolling down cheeks Her tide ebbing hopeless and gray She slips to the beach for protection Hating her wood Adrift and long lost its luster She tries hiding from her own rejection Windswept ravaged caught his attention The beachcomber attracted To her sensuous grain Added her to his collection Driftwood’s hollow heart drawn Let herself be taken But only so far As four roses on the front lawn The beachcomber filled her hollow With flattery on the rocks And a come on chaser She washed him down in a swallow Driftwood twisted his gratification With her own wooden Windswept self-loathing Into a false sense of affirmation Driftwood met the morning oblivious To the erosion Of her soul But her thirst for numbing was obvious The roses were gone as was the tide His drop in her bucket Finally hit bottom With an echo she couldn’t hide. Beautiful in ornamental windswept way Wooden uprooted Cold and hollow Sinks into denial to survive the day Driftwood heavy with all regret No longer the lithe willow She used to be All she has left she drinks to forget Sunset graces her sensuous grain Beauty glows from Every line and crevice A self image she cannot claim She begs her beauty from beholder’s eyes Wearing wide open Revealing her wood No truth of her own she believes in lies Driftwood decorated in ink Disguising her scars As roadmaps Advertizing her empty in pink She winks her wide open Then throws back Enough strong ones To feel like she’s hopin’ Wearing her bark brown come hithers With black leather And intimate laces When she struts their resistance withers She tempts the woodsmen and jacks To fill her lonely Wanton and gaps Then simply consumes them like afternoon snacks Driftwood's north side moss green eyes Shaded guard Of envy There is one for whom she still tries She goes out on a fragile limb Risking a spark To embers When what’s left of her heart remembers him She shimmy shimmers her slivers Attempting to slip Under his skin With goose bumps and quivers His touch to her rough wood feels smooth As he fondles her flaws To perfection Places only this carpenter knows how to soothe She wore her finest lichen lace With an inlaid ebony filigree At her décolletage Sandalwood scent invitations from her everyplace He pondered her pleasing possibilities Under his knowing hands And cutting edge He whetted at her intricacies Driftwood held her ground and his gaze Soaking in the whetting Of his stare Blowing smoke rings in a daze She was rooted in place Her burning desire Enflamed Glowed radiant on her face He engraved himself into her moss green eyes As he came toward her He was felled by her hollow So deeply ingrained with denials and lies LGR©10/10/10 |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Did the life lead to the drink or did the drink lead to the life? A keen evolution from top to bottom. I felt that the "carpenter" may have been Christ. So many who sojourn through the grain end up finding some form of faith, or die. Extraordinary insights every step of the way Miss Lori. Top shelf!  ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Thanks Marsh, I'll take that as high praise coming from one such as your self. Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Driftwood in ALL her glory. ~*~ It's not that the man did not know how to juggle, he just didn't have the balls to do it. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Yes I read it all together for the first time and decided that was really the way to post it Lori |
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