Open Poetry #47 |
Words Fly |
Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Words fly to my fingertips like fire to drought flaming leaps to get out I am awed again by your sweet lips and what keeps falling from them Your unsuspected syllables igniting my heart stoking my tender right from the start Consumed to cinder and ash collectables I am blown away by what you say LGR(C)8/18/11 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I'd be blown away too with all that cinder and ash . er . . . oh. Collectables are they? Once again you have said what you've said in a delightful way . . . ~ Man who stands on toilet is high on pot. ~ |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
Very tender, so like a writer! Lovely stuff. Amaryllis |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I guess you as a Poetess bless him equally well with what you say and write! This is delightful, dear Lori. Love, Margherita |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Here amongst others in love with words... we understand! |
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Prasad Nataraj Senior Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 1149Bangalore,India |
"Words fly to my fingertips like fire to drought flaming leaps to get out" beautiful lines.Fine writing. "The secret behind survival of mankind is kindness and love within our hearts" |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Nicely written! JL |
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