Open Poetry #47 |
Midnight Sound |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Under the bridge Where her dress careened with the waves Like the owls that traded sounds With the midnight chatter of the western wind She held the silence by her knees Her eyes peering around the distance For that one moment, she was omnipresent Where the halos could be seen around the children’s head The easing of innocence lay in the woods Just east of the high-rise bridge The bridge of life Souls that come and go Through the lies of love and the blisters of pain It was here by her knees By her soft feet She finally let go |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Beautiful! Like a lonely, strange yet familiar song to me. Good job. |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Enjoyed your poem Tomer. ebonygirl |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Very beautiful and enigmatic, Tomer, especially that last stanza. Owl |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Soul Drifter - Happy you enjoyed. Cheers |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Ebony Cheers |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Owl, appreciate the kinds words..hope all is well Cheers |
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