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her quiet tears along the lakes sunrise
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her quiet tears along the lakes sunrise |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
There was silk on the floor that strawberry, red flower that unearthed from the bottom of the floor onto a small sacred heart that she wrote letters for when her dearest pen went still Her small waist had a wrinkle that started from the top and moved all the way down to her knees I remember darkness was under a bridge that night where a harness fell from atop the two story building like the shadow of ones figure standing against an oval shaped window You had your hands where the woods came through the night like the shelves of life that seemed to close upon you at the wake of light I remember those nights tears beckoning the wind as the sun rinsed you of your fair, suede skin You saw the fields before they rose above the tender lakes of where you use to flash that smile decadent with your hands towards the sky, you were once alive. |
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Nocturnal Pulse Member
since 2010-08-12
Posts 84Australia |
A very evocative poem, but I enjoy the imagery; the picture your words have painted here, the most. |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
This (probably just me) reads very darkly, and it touches on feelings and imagery that I'd rather not entertain in my head. That may sound bad, but it's not - its a testament to how well written it is. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Nocturnal, I appreciate the support...evocative is a good way to sum up the piece. Cheers |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Nicole, That is a good interpretation. Thanks for the compliment Cheers |
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