Open Poetry #45 |
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greenest grass, darkest skies. |
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exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada ![]() |
Words tossed like a game of catch who will be the one to drop the ball. Don't you remember the endless nights where morning felt like folk lore only to come once ever after had been said. Those nights were filled with fireflies dancing and playing with our tension dancing between the sparks electrical currants beneath our skin There were always words under tongue waiting to be explored on those nights that lasted for years we always laid on the greenest grass under the darkest skies nothing less nothing more |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
mmmm, so gentle. I believe this maybe the first of yours Ive read, a true pleasure to read. |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Very feeling poem, Exhale. Great images and wordcraft. I liked, especially, "...the endless nights where morning felt like folk lore..." Thank you. Sutra 30: Language reflects the Truth of one’s Reality: listen carefully when others speak. |
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ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
The poem is great, has a nice feel to it. Also I miss watching the dark skies and laying on the greenest grass. ![]() |
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Midnitesun![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
A wonderful gentle write. Good to see you here! |
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