Open Poetry #42 |
Closet Scene |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I stepped aside, I stepped in as a podium Through a thought of What it’s like to be someone else, A figure without a disfigured thought, With a lip so soft, A shadow that could sleep with glee, With a rope around my shoveled head And it never loses its shape, Cant say a sun could Round upon my covet spread eyes And I lie to the way I lye down, I lye with my feet Gazing to a space That sits empty, That keens away from a fruited light A thought that rips itself Around a thought I can’t get to, A naval that sleeps without Hands above to. |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
I read many times of this one. And I have always enjoyed the experience of searching for the meaning. Most of the time, I may not get it but an art is an art. Tom |
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