Open Poetry #45 |
Laminate |
1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
Laminate today as you dress you live by some code referred to on a regular basis that alters as you go along it is not that you are a liar just challenged by the truth so I lick the tip of my finger in risk, extending it to the air questioning by which direction wind will be this moment’s blow and words will be so different by the very shape of your mouth as you stand in front of the wooden closet that casual quick change costumes hang in mirrored outside faced to fine oiled oak where doors open to sawdust and glue and today out in that forest a tree will come crashing down but it falls on deaf ears "I'm so hard to handle |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
from the treetop this tumbled town in the crescendo in its emphatic thud at the end very poignant |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
okay It's not that I am a liar but that I am challenged by the truth. okay I always wet my finger to test the direction of the wind. okay so the words come out of my mouth in different directions depending on that wind direction. But, hey look, I still have a job. Great Poem! But, of course, I'm not really to be trusted! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
"it is not that you are a liar just challenged by the truth" yeah, that's cool Loved the ending! |
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