Open Poetry #47 |
The heart knows |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Your heart only goes so far But sometimes ones throat slows down Just as the wind blows There is no time until we are gone No ease of sorrows It is here and now Shadows amongst the candid souls You see a hat weaving in the air A terrace that yearns for it's wooden scrolls to be touched by the warmth of a hand These are the widows of our eyes That wander for far too long, Until a long Sunday turns into a Monday dawn |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Enjoyed your poem Tomer. Ms. E |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Ms. E..take care Cheers |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"These are the widows of our eyes That wander for far too long, Until a long Sunday turns into a Monday dawn" Nice! JL |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
JL, happy you enjoyed the stanza. Hope all is well Cheers Tomer |
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