Open Poetry #43 |
Hopscotch On The Rocks (I'm Shaken, Not Stirred) |
young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN |
My lips usher in the flow of ice cold wind below my teeth when I howl to an October grey. With wisdom inside, the sky rarely lies on evenings when I should be asleep. When heavy drink's not enough to settle this bluff, I let my feet gasp for a breath of air. My toes usher in the flow of ice cold wind below my feet when I sigh to an October grey. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Chilly, indeed, and so very well done. I love the flow of wind and the thought of settling this bluff. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"I let my feet gasp for a breath of air." excellent work! |
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young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN |
Thank you both for taking the time to read. I hope that I engaged your minds for a few seconds. |
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