Open Poetry #43 |
oreo manana |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
walking out beyond the ends of my eyes over to the side of my hands where they follow the pimple face walls of some old man's friendly stucco tomorrow is just wearing her slip and standing in front of the sun making herself seem available like another man's wife in her mind and I know looking in that direction is something you just don't do on sundays but it is always hard to turn away without the sound of my boots on wood disturbing the rest of the weekend and causing one to stay a bit too long beyond their welcome in today's shoes dwelling on how damp socks feels when your bare feet pray for restless _______________ daark |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: There is melancholy in this, dear D., always masterfully expressed. Oreo manana sounds good to my ear. Love, Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
This painted so many pictures in my head... its wonderful. I can't sleep and came to find the Daark. and here you are |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms mar, thanks babe for the read... _____________ ms ice..always nice to feel the chill of your eyes, thanks ms |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
D Very haunting poem. I love the images that drifted across my eyes and into my mind. A |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms ali-san...a haunting we will go, a haunting we will go..thanks babe |
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