foam lace wave (revision--open 8)

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Open Poetry #34

foam lace wave (revision--open 8)

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

0 posted 2005-02-05 03:01 AM

I never heard her ticking,
though at times I tried to catch
the movement of her hands
as I
honored her,
her tides and neap,
reasoning
with every phase
of wax and wane
she touched me deep
proddingly
she wept and wove
and looped a thread genteel.

I never counted steps impressed
muddied on the damp of shore
and yet I cried
regressed regret
as tide erased in foam lace wave
the path I'd walked before
the whore
had tightened loop to knot.

Sometimes the ticking ticking tock
rides me unrelenting
clocks
swaggering the pendulum
but still I honor her--defer
better now,
with decorum,
she touches with a silent hand,
and silver paint adorns my hair,
as creases
(oh parentheses)
line my mouth
amused
by ease
of this
as so much smile -

I am a celebration too.

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

1 posted 2005-02-05 06:52 AM

Yes you are *s

and I notice those creases too, better from smiles than frowns

and those silver streaks..well I try to cover them ( too skunk like on me