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Open Poetry #38

amber's bay (some pm thirty)

Dark Stranger
Member Patricius

since 2001-03-19

Posts 13631
West Coast

0 posted 2006-06-06 08:02 AM

sweet succedaneum
shivering your promises
like the vibrations of a someday
from the lips of another woman's god

taxi of checkered sundowns
reflecting in your midnight yellows
as the dimes over oarsmen's eyes
helming their soup slurp wood in wet

you hear the leather of me
as I breath humble air
from the galloping clouds
and speak spitless to your earth

I know your smile as you yawn
and tiptoe fingernails
on the aching of your ends
begging for teeth and ice to bite

the lovely of your sweating summer windows

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daark

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

1 posted 2006-06-06 08:16 AM

Welcome home...

Honeybee
Member Ascendant

since 1999-12-26

Posts 5372
Ontario, CANADA

2 posted 2006-06-06 08:52 AM

Damn - you've got some amazing imagery.....I love this and am saving it

Melissa~

Intellectually I know that Canada is no better than any other country. Emotionally I KNOW that Canada is the best country in the world!

Martie

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Member Empyrean

since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

3 posted 2006-06-06 09:31 AM

DS

"you hear the leather of me
as I breath humble air
from the galloping clouds"

It is so good to read your amazing poetry again...I've missed you!

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

4 posted 2006-06-06 10:19 AM

you hear the leather of me
as I breath humble air
from the galloping clouds
and speak spitless to your earth
I enjoyed this especially and like Martie am glad to read your traveling words.

M

Klassy Lassy
Member Elite

since 2005-06-28

Posts 2187
Oregon

5 posted 2006-06-06 12:12 PM

Something so surreal about this poem, but the teeth and ice definitely set the depths of hollows on edge. Heightened surreality with the feel of other dimension palms my imagination skyward on the imagery. Lovely, Darrk! Welcome back...

Hugs, Klassy

The Lady
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-12-26

Posts 7634
The Southwest

6 posted 2006-06-06 03:30 PM

"I know your smile as you yawn
and tiptoe fingernails
on the aching of your ends
begging for teeth and ice to bit"

Oh Stranger. THIS is what I've been missing.

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