Open Poetry #43 |
moan of wind ulla |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
mornings are at the windows again looking into each others eyes as if they were us really and not somebody else's new day I can hear your coffee sounds on your lips as you smile and know my finger words birthing on the keys that start your wanting and you see my mind too the white sail on blue ocean drifting into the cove of you where you left your sandbars out and a welcome mat written down on the sand castles doorway by your freshly kissed finger tip as you were sleeping in storms and woke wanting more of those dreams _______________ daark |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"and a welcome mat written down on the sand castles doorway by your freshly kissed finger tip as you were sleeping in storms and woke wanting more of those dreams" such perfection good morning D |
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poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india |
as usual intense |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Ms suesea, you bless me babe __________ Friend poddarku, humble thanks. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Another sigh-stirrer, dear D.! Love it all and especially the two lines I quoted. Love, Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms mar, thanks babe |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Water dreams... what a way to wake up. Here's your cuppa. Thank you for this lovely. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Ms sun, thanks for the cups in the mornings babe. You smile me. |
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Indigo Senior Member
since 2001-05-17
Posts 602 |
I can hear your coffee sounds on your lips as you smile and know my finger words birthing on the keys that start your wanting telepathic thoughts permeate the summer winds gently like dog sighs. Indigo |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Ms indi. I can almost hear you say that. Hintingly suggested. |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
D, This poem is more than a keeper. It is magic - and like all magic it needs to be tended and treasured. It's beautiful in the most beautiful way. A |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms ali-san, thank you lil lady for the touch |
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