Open Poetry #41 |
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Poignant Ink |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The laugh that dipped Its words under the pens smirk. With the raft of the wind, The shiver of his fingers, The switch of ease that Rode his levered shoulders He watched it strum, As he walked, she wrote, The footsteps got long With each wooden row That skinned his tears. |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
nice poem ARCTIC WIND |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Enjoyed this talented rendering |
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PoppaLoco Member
since 2007-09-23
Posts 83EU, NL, Limburg |
I feel silly, I wish I could understand it deeper. Maybe it's because I'm sleepy, but your words reek of greatness and a deeper meaning that is beyond me. I wish I was a native speaker.. Keep writing so beautifully, I'll get it too one day =) Pops |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Happy you enjoyed everyone. Pops, I appreciate your compliment. Ha, I wish it was deeper than it was, thanks again. |
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