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Beyond Reach
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Beyond Reach |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I pushed my hand Against the crumbled wall, And with it’s breathe Along the raspberry leaves, A harvest could be seen, With my darkest steel eyes An air gasped Below the white siege flask. Below, a mussel parlayed Its body among the shredded trees, And with its hindered arms, She corralled its tail Among her left cheek As to say with her ears, The night is only A spirit that will Pause the harvests Dank, cocooned, dew. Like a lift among My tan sand shoes, I ran to see its reach, Its split lens into a World that traded sins For ivory paved skin. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Enjoyed the clever animation of the muscle...a picnic that perhaps might have toasted to the last wine of summer. Well done |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
Wonderful poem. enjoyed the read Tomtoo |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"The night is only A spirit that will Pause the harvests Dank, cocooned, dew." ~ Very poetic!!! I enjoyed the entire poem! I was pulled into that microcosmic world.   EA |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Nicely done, very much enjoyed. after a fall I get back up, |
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