Open Poetry #47 |
secrets between her hair |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She took her hair underneath the closet Where she could hold her secrets Between the day of morning Her small inner jeans, caved a bit Sort of let go of her skin Like the way her eyes use To fade as the night gave way To a merlot underneath the tempered lights Of her living room floor Once the day was gone She remembered how her mother Use to comb her hair Stroke after stroke Until midnight approached She sat on her lap until her eyes let go to her hair underneath the closet Her secrets spread throughout the hardwood floors of her empty home. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Tomer, I am mesmerised by this - don't understand this one either, but perhaps we aren't meant to. Exquisite, exquisite, Tomer - I don't think I have every used that word twice in a row in my life. Owl |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Owl, I appreciate the kind words, truly. I'm happy you enjoyed. Poems are best open to interpretation. Take care Cheers Tomer |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I particularly enjoy reading a poem which the poet wants to be open to interpretation - and this was certainly no exception. Owl |
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