Open Poetry #49 |
Life Looking For It's End |
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Sprinkled fragments of her love now strewn upon the floor Feather dusted from the bed old memories come no more. Darkwoods lightened, stained by the sun stories long since told A figure lingers at the post finding herself alone Time has taken what spirits could not her shadow now fills the room Winds form circles in layers of dust which stir within the gloom ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I really enjoyed this dusty bit of gloom you penned. You did well saying so much with so few well chosen. ~L |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
. . . and from an everlasting time upon end . . . "her shadow now fills the room" I understand so well, that feeling, and that shadow will forever fill that room. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Ari Squire Member Posts 488 In The Phallus Lane |
quote:Good lines from a sensitive, emotional read. Loving Linny Jean is poetry. |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
very émotionnal, a feeling of loneliness that spreads and cross the "walls" this has a peculiar meaning during these Christmas days yann |
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