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Open Poetry #47

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Dark Stranger
Member Patricius

since 2001-03-19

Posts 13631
West Coast

0 posted 2011-05-19 09:04 AM

down from her window side of dawn
she whispers to the trees under leaves
quiet is her lipstick color sighing

she brings the strum songs in velvet
and lays them on the tombs of violets
as if notes were tears with healing

the sinskin men call her virgin
but each have known her belly well
on those occasions when they were free

and she was only for the just of them
____________

daark

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

1 posted 2011-05-19 09:50 AM

quote:
she brings the strum songs in velvet
and lays them on the tombs of violets
as if notes were tears with healing

That's enough to make my mind dance, dear Poet!

The poem is very profound as I understand it. Ideals and values seem to have lost some of their brilliance.

Love,
Margherita

Dark Stranger
Member Patricius

since 2001-03-19

Posts 13631
West Coast

2 posted 2011-05-19 09:57 AM

ms mar..thanks lady friend...yes, it seems the statue of her is becoming more stone than soul...those with weak knees no longer pray..

Alison

Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-27

Posts 9318
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!

3 posted 2011-05-19 11:16 AM

Sometimes, I wonder what she is thinking ... then I realize that I am really afraid to know.

Thanks, dear DA (A? S? It's all just a name and I have not had coffee! Thanks, DQ!)

Ali-san

Dark Stranger
Member Patricius

since 2001-03-19

Posts 13631
West Coast

4 posted 2011-05-19 12:18 PM

thank you little one...

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