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Open Poetry #40

The Brown Docks

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2007-06-24 09:34 PM

The paint that
Rested on the docks,
Surrounded the
Children’s pent up
Stains that lingered
From their ill
Fitted socks,
To their salt
Ridden cheeks.

Like a latch that
Won’t sit in,
It is the unmistakable
Ayer of scissors
That cut too closely

To the fortitude of
Being green or
Saddled with coins
That trade food
For a chance to
Sleep without
Ones stomach
Being awake
As the night
Rinses its hands
Of the days sunlight.

Where the water
Traces their faces,
These docks
Remember that
God placed these
Children on land
To resolve their
Pension of pain,

So they can one day
Laugh and dash
Above the waters
Distant path.

SEA

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Member Seraphic

since 2000-01-18

Posts 22676
with you

1 posted 2007-06-24 11:42 PM

wow.....

excellent!

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

2 posted 2007-06-25 09:11 PM

this is so much different than poetry usually here

I like it

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