Open Poetry #40 |
Budding Stem |
D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
I bud I am So wrinkled cold Feeble and old Laying bare I am A dream warm Nibble and young Sunning naked I am This bird high Sprout and spry Wilting dry I am So thirsty awaiting Moisture’s loving lips Exhausted I am Stretching into desires Breezing on midnight That I did bloom I did, A flower I am, A flower I am. A flower I am On the grave Of my memory. RIP This reflection. David L. Young 06/30/07© De-Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company time |
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Robert Jordan Member
since 2007-02-07
Posts 392Philadelphia Pa USA |
D.Lester Young, This moves along well for me, I like it. Super glad you didn't write it on company time. My kind of guy. Bobby |
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