Open Poetry #49 |
Amongst The Dead |
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Imprisoned as a captive thought dreams lay in hopes tomorrow. Morning's fragrance sweet and clean, though moist with tears of sorrow. Should in passing would we meet, inclining to be gracious, much more each one of us could see how strong our love has made us. Without your touching gift for word, my pen lays uninspired. Ghostly figures impressed in pulp, tell of spent desires. Like scattered leaves in tortured breezes so my poetry has fled. All the memories, once so vibrant, lay still now, amongst the dead. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Very captivating poem, dear Max. But, in contrast to what you affirm, it seems your creativity is very much alive! Margherita |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Thanks for reading with your interpretative eye for detail and also for your vote of confidence...which I very much appreciate. Warm Regards from Bluesy ...just bein' Bluesy |
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