Open Poetry #40 |
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Easy Drift |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
At night I leave my Shoes undone so my Feet can feel the run Of the wind trading gasps With the Southern bird. I jumped in-between The hills, Draping my hands To cloth the green Molds of each hill That transcends the last. When my feet run, It’s as if my hand Is my bargaining chip, To a land so quiet, My body hums With numbness. A numbing, As if my head Could be sitting Next to me, Alongside the Southern bird. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks passing, means a lot coming from you...happy your enjoying them. Tomer |
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Midnitesun![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"feel the run Of the wind trading gasps" oh, my feet felt this line and smiled |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
beautiful and imaginative. enjoyed |
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