Hopscotch On The Rocks (I'm Shaken, Not Stirred)

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Open Poetry #43

Hopscotch On The Rocks (I'm Shaken, Not Stirred)

young_blood
Senior Member

since 2003-09-19

Posts 1115
Indianapolis, IN

0 posted 2008-10-15 12:49 PM

My lips usher in the flow
of ice cold wind
below my teeth when I
howl
to an October grey.
With wisdom inside,
the sky rarely lies
on evenings when I should be asleep.
When heavy drink's not enough
to settle this bluff,
I let my feet
gasp
for a breath of air.
My toes usher in the flow
of ice cold wind
below my feet when I
sigh
to an October grey.

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

1 posted 2008-10-15 08:47 AM

Chilly, indeed, and so very well done.
I love the flow of wind and the thought of settling this bluff.

The Lady
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-12-26

Posts 7634
The Southwest

2 posted 2008-10-15 02:26 PM

"I let my feet
gasp
for a breath of air."

excellent work!

young_blood
Senior Member

since 2003-09-19

Posts 1115
Indianapolis, IN

3 posted 2008-10-15 05:05 PM

Thank you both for taking the time to read. I hope that I engaged your minds for a few seconds.

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