Open Poetry #42 |
Nights Stage |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
They sat under a moon Holding hands like fallen soldiers, His feet dangled like kites That braided the days wind. He sat with her on the rifts edge of the roof, The city lights just over the hills tip. Her voice, it ran across his face like The people they watched cross the streets. With the coyotes creaking to the far east, And the numbers on houses too far to see, They were alone, alone as can be. |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
They sat under a moon Holding hands like fallen soldiers, His feet dangled like kites That braided the days wind. there is beauty in your words Tomer... I did so enjoy your poem... love RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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simon Member
since 2008-01-14
Posts 440London, England |
I thoroughly enjoyed this... |
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Seoulair Senior Member
since 2008-03-27
Posts 807Seoul S.Korea |
Interesting. very interesting. You ended your poem out of general expectation as romance. love the read. Wonderful poem. |
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