Open Poetry #47 |
Childhood of Autumn |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She use to pick him up every day from school her long, blonde hair, fair skin like a winter touch riding the snowy pales of the rooftops they touched Her stare always touched his smile fixated on his big, blue eyes and like that, they spoke without even saying a word one in the same, blood between the grainy sand Her laugh would shake the car as his stories came pouring through but on days he was silent she simply anguished in his soft core blues It was both a struggle and a joy a bliss of such magnitude that only the trees that shaped the streets could see such a tranquil bond A fondness of one another that ripped through the scandals and finally rose through the ashes Forever autumn those rides along the quiet, neighborhood streets such is life, even with the struggle, fodders fondness as we harden. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"It was both a struggle and a joy a bliss of such magnitude that only the trees that shaped the streets could see such a tranquil bond" Very nice work with this write. Enjoyed this verse, all was great, but this verse jumped right off the screen. 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. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
"A fondness of one another that ripped through the scandals and finally rose through the ashes" Heavy. ~*~ Tell me whom you love, and I will tell you who you are.--Houssaye ~*~ |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, JL...happy you enjoyed. Hope you're doing well Cheers Tomer |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Jerry, our pasts always seem to be. At least mine is. Happy you enjoyed Cheers Tomer |
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