Open Poetry #40 |
Anna's Pain |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Anna with her lips, Thin, pale skin, Leaving her face Through the pins Of my skins Steel penchant Of dances That leave my Feet watching From the bottom Of their back Curved bottom paths. Her lies, Its sweet, Walking with My eyes closed Pearl chest. She drifts, I sit, Splitting my hairs Into a layer so thick, It sits next to me, Waiting, and waiting… Anna with apologies, Anna with her story, Without me knowing. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Wow. Like vignettes, but more like fingernails drifting sweetly-- I'm smiling, because I like the place this took you... a breeze.... |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
Very beautiful. A |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
Very beautiful. A |
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Aloneinmyhead Junior Member
since 2007-07-08
Posts 30Tennessee |
I feel a bot of sadness. BUt it is lovely |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Truly beautiful |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thank you for the responses...happy you all enjoyed. Tomer |
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