Open Poetry #46 |
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residue of evening |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast ![]() |
morning now is that mist of minutes that sprinkles on one's skin habit and leaves the residue of evening like a fond memory wafting as coffee you smile from your window at the sound when metal thunder makes your dog growl and you whisper shhh to him with a toe to his tickle my fancy rib playful place I can see the candle behind your fingers as you blow color from it's life quietly and tiptoe down a hallway to gingerbread where you are the sheet dancer waitress and later you will make cereal for roger and coffee for daddy and his important day then spin your ring for hours wondering why slow dancing makes you feel addicted and when can you find time to be fixed again ________________ daark (jaguars of glass) |
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Cpat Hair![]()
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Greatly impressed with the series sir... you open this one in a way to be envied then end it in a way to allow the reader plenty of lines to read between.. very nice indeed. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
cpat..thanks guy...it is a fun series to explore |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
-then spin your ring for hours wondering why slow dancing makes you feel addicted and when can you find time to be fixed again- There is a lot between those lines that gets the imagination going...EBM |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
thank you ms |
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