Open Poetry #44 |
Atrophy's Room |
ctowen Member Elite
since 2001-10-18
Posts 2286Green Mountains of VT |
endearing to a touch sacrificial bearing of soul rather than its make precisioned lighting a waste bringing out the dark from unplayed corners of taken eyes, and parallel lines deceased games people play, each their own penned within its own skin now souless, unescapable exhibits of mindless actions and heartless thoughts confined In rhythms to a rise the days shall follow ... each Yesterday, each Tomorrow. - Ct/05 |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
I always enjoy your work. Thank you for posting today, I needed it. |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
You are never soul less and a roomfill of trophies would never surpass what needs not to be gloated or boasted of you are simply a poetryman |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
The following lines I found myself wanting to revisit ~ "bringing out the dark from unplayed corners of taken eyes," I liked the Goddess's apt description of you ~ "poetryman". Linda |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
endearing to a touch sacrificial bearing of soul ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ games people play, each their own penned within its own skin ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The constrasts of human nature are so stark here. Excellent poem. Your writing is always so good to read, Craig. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
...this is cool...if I were to copy & paste my favorite part, I would have to copy & paste it all |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Good morning Craig, I just wanted to stop by and say how much your words were missed and that I enjoyed this. So you are now on the west coast? Hope all is well. M |
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brneyedgrly Senior Member
since 2009-06-08
Posts 1125nowhere and everywhere |
beautiful...this stirs memories of my first experience with the death of a loved one ~I am the keeper of what he cast off~ |
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