Open Poetry #46 |
Village of life |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
We walked on the sunset The lizards crawling below our feet And the ocean became our playground Towards the horizon, lay the hills Where the villagers gutted their fish Hunting and gathering Cheering as the fire gave way to the night. It was the scene of a village, Not yours or mine Where a sunrise batted its eyelashes To the villagers wake, The caves of dark becoming light, To my blue torn jeans dragging, On the muddy teal hills My front tan side still young, Still full of another man, And my shadow never left my heart For I will always live for the sunset of the village |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
How many sides of this tan... I like them all... especially the nudity of sense and relationships... enjoyed! |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Nice phrasings -- "Where a sunrise battled its eyelashes" especially stood out for me in its uniqueness. The imagery puts me into a special moment nicely captured. -MVS You CAN make a difference, but first you should learn how: http://educate-yourself.org/intro.shtml |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I appreciate the comments, as always. Take care. Cheers Tomer |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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