Open Poetry #47 |
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tides of the father |
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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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