Open Poetry #47 |
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A Glimpse Within (Second Page) |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana ![]() |
The moon is playing peek-a-boo, reflection on the water seems sad. Wonder how saturnalia charms us and why it never goes out of season. Sex R Us. Ink-black dark, I cannot see; even Luna appears quite uneasy. The peaceful lapping of water distresses me; I don't know why. Devouring soul? So tranquil you could hear a tear drop, or a salamander fart. My nose detects an exotic odor Arabian sand carried by wind. So it's said. I squat on the rock jetty, look for ghosts; probe my own. My intimate séance annoys what I have kept concealed.. I see what I see. ~ I went to a restaurant that serves "breakfast at any time" / I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance ~ [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (05-27-2011 08:53 PM).] |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Very nice Jerry and once again I'm lovin' that last line. Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Lori, appreciate it. Last line can make or break certain kinds of poems. Happy you liked this one. ~ I went to a restaurant that serves "breakfast at any time" / I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance ~ |
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