Open Poetry #47 |
A Glimpse Within (Third page) |
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The serene sea is a patient anomaly, so serene I fear there are things unsaid. The night bitter black when moon hides, I sense an oppressing evil attributed to dreams. I hunker down on the sharp rock jetty sensing what I cannot comprehend. In my intimate séance a flutter of gulls' wings, a pure tribute to Poe's Raven. Eyes of fire. The night's gloom is darkly palatable; the grist for evil lies beyond truth. Notwithstanding planet's destructive abilities, homo sapiens have priority; reasons to kill. Opening my eyes removes perspective of self examination; artificial blood blazing across my forehead is corporal. Why do I think of woman with ovulating embrace? ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write the other way. ~*~ [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (11-01-2011 05:28 PM).] |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Wow! powerful stuff there my friend...And you are the only one who can answer that last question...Hugs Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I know that's right, Lori. Thank you for the comments. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write the other way. ~*~ |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Yeah, I agree with Lori... (Well, except for the hugs part). Enjoyed, Jerry. 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 |
Thanks, JL. What? I don't get a hug? Haha!! They will come back, come back again, |
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