Open Poetry #47 |
his left foot |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
His heart was as still as water a boxer without the lone shadow to watch him jab and move along the sidewalks of people that stammered past him He left his heart where the right side of his chest seemed to open only when the night fell Each day his hands would tremble at the sound of silence The place setting still sitting idle opposite his across the table Her scent wafting through the air like the linger of his heart onto the lonely hills beside his home |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The anguish and pure pain is front and center in your piece, Tomer. Enjyed the read. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Sidewalks of people, stammering past... brilliant. You use such well placed imagery. I'm never disappointed when I read you. This shows a world of anguish, all on its own. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Jerry, Thanks for reading. Hope you're well Cheers |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Nicole. Happy you enjoyed the imagery. Cheers |
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