Open Poetry #40 |
Different Hours |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Maybe we can rest Our head against our Bed and realize our Solitude is confined To the rooms we enter. Like the shade of Saturday, it cannot be changed, It awakes on the sixth day, And sleeps into the 7th. The therapy of familiarity, The compass we take to Resolve ourselves through the Scent of our clothes. The unknown that spies on us, Will trade Saturday for our Chance to greet Sunday when we wake. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I especially liked this stanza. "Like the shade of Saturday, it cannot be changed, It awakes on the sixth day, And sleeps into the 7th." Very well done and much enjoyed. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
well done! |
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