Open Poetry #40 |
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Love To Love |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I sat through seas With eyes open, Carrying gulps With sharks That modeled Their strut Through the underneath walks. Many times Sirens became bells, Whispering shadows Through the distant Curves of my hairs curls. As the rose peddle watches, Reciting its thorns With the fluid tips Of its red stitched dress. A ballroom waits, His ring, her heart. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I'm a fan |
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marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
reads like a fairytale..beautiful ending... |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
So, so pretty. Did you mean peddles or petals, in your last verse? I took a different meaning, depending on which I read. What a lovely feel to this poem. ![]() |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thank you for the responses, ah yes Diamond, thank you for pointing that out. It should be read as a rose petal. I should be more careful next time. Happy you enjoyed. Tomer |
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Nightingale Junior Member
since 2007-06-21
Posts 31Depths of The Unkown, UK |
filled with love. a great piece. |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
yes! Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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