Open Poetry #46 |
Lost Confession |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I watched from the roof to the cries that were so loud, it was hard to hear the traffic and breeze She cried like the night waiting for the sun Like the wolves that stare for another right side of their meal She cried so loud, the murals on the walls became faded She cried for the deepest of memories The deepest of scorns that left her paralyzed, terribly ill But jaunting her eyes like a fall from the Himalayas She dried her eyes waiting for him to cease the corner, To peace the fallen locks of hair that came from her head As she waited like the tombstones for another rose Another chance to see his tall dark hair Breeze with the dry air and drink A laugh with his bronze skin, teal eyes For a chance to be a woman without the saddle of A nightmare that wonÕt share a smile A torment of the chills from her back and Tingle down her legs Until the sun rises to another couple, another new born child, Not to her sad brown eyes, and the minute keeps moving The crowd keeps roaring, and she sits on her balcony, With her small wrists waiting. . |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
Beautifully captured. |
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Bastet Member
since 2010-05-07
Posts 246 |
A powerful and poignant poem. Good handling of deep emotion. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks for the replies, take care Cheers Tomer |
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