Open Poetry #41 |
Longest Night |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I never realize what Hands feel like when They touch under Someone else’s neck Unless I begin to question Who they are, What they’re about, Its as if they just sit There with eyes wide But little to fill inside As if they sit there With a comic pause As they cross Their legs waiting To see if I wince Or merely turn the Other way so another Day can raise its eyes At the way I sit with Eyes half still And a spine that Lines itself to a stare That chases around me, But never through me. The loneliest dinner, The lonely black hair, A night I saw dispair. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: I feel the cold touch here. Very intense write that touches the heart. Love, Margherita |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks Margherita, happy you enjoyed... -Tomer |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
I have to say it again that you wrote beautiful poems. Love the read. "Its as if they just sit There with eyes wide But little to fill inside As if they sit there With a comic pause" watching this did make one to wish the night should be over soon. Tom |
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