Open Poetry #40 |
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Lily's Blouse |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Lily’s blouse, Her buttoned row Handed down from Her mother’s Faintly brown drawer. Lily, She waters her knees With the tears That comes from the crowd of men That whistle To catch a glimpse Of her blouses Blue sipped river. Where a legion Of green waits, She can be seen With a skin of Ice withering The farms Golden cornrows. As her blouse Walks with her, Its as if it sees Feet create space Before their shoelaces String at each others pace. Lily’s garden, Having lunch with Lily’s blouse. |
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adagio Member
since 2005-03-19
Posts 449Marrero, La. |
Very nice piece reminds me of someone I once knew long ago |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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