Open Poetry #47 |
tides of the father |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
They fell onto one another gentle with their daughters Father of mine with his hair so long So, I cried touched a ceiling not too far from the tide You are here alone Sadly, by ones own lies You sit on the deck River with ghost. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I don't understand fully and DO understand fully, this exquisite, sensitive, enigmatic and superb poem, Tomer. Owl |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"You are here alone Sadly, by ones own lies You sit on the deck River with ghost." So sad. The close was a hit in the guts. Enjoyed the read. JL Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. Maranatha! |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Owl, I'm happy you enjoyed it. Thanks for the comments Cheers |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
JL, I'm both happy and sad you can relate to that last stanza. Thanks for the comments Cheers |
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