Open Poetry #44 |
mistress of masters |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
your highways from the mosey side of town meandering like voices under doorways laughter rain pooling into pretending oceans you strum the strings of your volumes like pages under a feather's whisper I watch your eyes when they are but dancers looking between the lines you aligned and then closing into memory places hoping there is value in your learning that is more precious than amber ankles that flicker under the sculpted charms of just a gypsy's favorite candles smiling again now, lest the palms become you _________________ daark |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
D Lovely. I felt like I inhaled sensations. A |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Dittoing Alison's observations... and |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
just wonderful Mr Daark... Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Excellent entangled thoughts here but I just love the ones in this verse.... "you strum the strings of your volumes like pages under a feather's whisper I watch your eyes when they are but dancers" Yes sir! That's poetry! Eric |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms ali-san, thanks babe _______________ ms sun, thank you lady friend ______________ ms r&b, thanks lady from under ____________ eric...thanks guy |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: There are so many exceptional lines in this fabulous work, dear D.! You are the Master! Love, Margherita |
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