Open Poetry #42 |
Grims White |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I could stare Without my eyes While she sat With her legs laced Like an unforgiving knot Staring out the frosty window. Her black midnight dress, Heels like polish To her pale dew skin, And she sat staring, Quietly, the way her umbrella Shed silence from The rain shrilled event that morning. Her reflection on the windowsill, She looked up past noon, My rain dipped suit, blue opaque eyes, Exchanged a warm yawn, As her lips moved away, To a smile. |
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Seoulair Senior Member
since 2008-03-27
Posts 807Seoul S.Korea |
very poetic. Love the read. |
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Brian23 Member
since 2007-11-03
Posts 73Belfast, Ireland |
Nice poem. It had a good slow pace to it |
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