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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She took her shirt off Just slowly enough That the hurt of her scars Could take their marks somewhere else Her eyes slowly took her down the road of Evermore A street a few miles down Where the southern rain came down and played She slowly adjusted her earrings First the right Then the left Her skin embracing the touch of her hand Like her bedroom window against the back of the wind She was just a child But her tears Were pictures of the wind Holding the ledges of a more seasoned woman. Her body was so cold She held her face with both palms Like her mother use to when Her cheeks became so red her tears fell along the wooden den She was crying in her sleep With the back of her left palm Slowly sliding down her cheek. Shes on her way to Evermore Shes lost in her sleep Shes on her way Let the sun know Shes on her way to Evermore. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This is a heartbreaking scene, I felt the womans tears, and the southern rain against the pane. Enjoyed your heart rendering poem~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
The pain of this grabs me by the throat. The whole poem is superb, but I keep reading: She was just a child But her tears Were pictures of the wind Holding the ledges of a more seasoned woman. Tomer, this is you as a portrait-painter at your very best - and wow! that is saying a lot! Owl |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Owl. Happy you enjoyed that stanza. Appreciate the kind words. Cheers |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Blues. I'm happy you could join me on the journey. Cheers |
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