Open Poetry #45 |
Diaspora (the leaving) |
inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
do they know what she sees beyond cradle's caress of trinkets and tarnish running wide on the gypsy in the ground of her dwelling postpartum of flower the sober reminder (on the sweep of the harvest) to both frame and revival to where do they go in the cadence of color the avalanche brewing on this first night to nowhere [This message has been edited by inkedgoddess (09-22-2009 11:20 AM).] |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
oh I love this! I love your style of writing... beautiful and then some.. Bisous de Paris RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms inki...you always open drapes and leaves windows to breathe.. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Very melancholic, your compassion runs deep here. Powerful write. Love, Margherita |
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larzana Member
since 2009-09-17
Posts 55 |
Ooooh, nice. "This first night to nowhere" opens my mind to endless possibilities or impossibilities... |
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