Open Poetry #42 |
May |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She was tiny, Shy with a rose dipped lip And a hand that leaned On her creased hips. Still a child beneath her high cheeks, Between the branches of her lips, With a pianos grace, her laugh Sat quietly on a stones grey cape. She was suddenly a woman, Her brown locks, no more, Hair above her shoulders, As she stood as tall as the ceilings wall, Her skin was pieced like pebbles Shadowing the rivers current. She was a nights velvet path. |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
Tomer... I enjoyed this read, thank you.. love RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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Larrysmom Senior Member
since 2008-04-03
Posts 533Florida, USA |
Wow! Did I just watch her grow up? This is a beautiful poem... Tammy<333 |
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AAB Member
since 2008-04-10
Posts 99Canada |
So good! "Death cannot stop true love, all it can do is delay it for a while" The Princess Bride |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
"With a pianos grace, her laugh Sat quietly on a stones grey cape" what a lovely line in a really cool poem...nice read |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Appreciate the comments everyone... Tomer |
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