Open Poetry #49 |
The Wake (if I may) |
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
you lay there so still as though you are waiting, waiting for a special kiss your gown flows full freely on your body as if twirling in a moonlight dance your arms folded beneath your breasts your hands at rest one upon another just one last kiss my darling just one gentle embrace then a tear ...I will always love you |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
This is precious Max. I came prepared,,,The title tipped me off. You compact so much emotion in so few words. You honor her and your relationship well. God bless your heart. Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Such heartbreak within the lines of this poem. Parting is such sweet sorrow. ho said that? Shakespeare? Sounds like one of his. ~*~ 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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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Many thanks again! ...just bein' Bluesy |
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