Open Poetry #45 |
I am Me |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
You won't call me what I am, the man who wears a black coat shepherd through his blonde fade and tile washed eyes. You can't hold me unless my shoulders feel weak. I don't know a face below my eyes that can see my heart beat, with the walls too thin to hear the conversation within, with thoughts of a life that carries riches, grandeur's of love, But for not; for the illusion, a feigning tan to the hourglass drip. I can ride the journey path without the journeyman's compass, and as surreal as a fall may be, It doesn't touch where I sit, where I stand, and the band of clouds that cross every morning, aren't the same to me as the man next to me. But deep down, I dream, today I can see, today breathes me. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Some very vivid lines, and that ending is great! |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Midnite...happy you enjoyed. Cheers |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
You see, you guys are true poets. Where as I am just a guy that plays with words to make them do tricks for me. I can do it with numbers too, but there is no pipmath. Lovely write, dear. It's just that I'm jealous of your talent. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
G Bride, I appreciate the compliments...but I think you're a fine writer. Don't let up...and believe me, I have a long way to go. Take care. Cheers Tomer |
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