Open Poetry #40 |
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a house of leaves moments before the wind |
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IntoTheRain Member
since 2006-01-29
Posts 51Westwood, CA |
I walk on carrying on my shoulders a glass door to a house not yet found I pray please let me not fall please let me not drop it because I'd drown in the pieces I walk on with my hands frozen to glass wings in the wind while down the door in time with my feet skies are marching like water down the inside of a bell shadows of other doors are calling sailing the other way so it sounds like goodbye |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
incredible ending here! I love this! |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
this is really good...loved the line "skies are marching like water down the inside of a bell" |
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Allysa![]() ![]()
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
I think I love everything about this. |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
I think I agree with everyone else and love this poem too. A |
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