Open Poetry #46 |
missing red heel |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She was like a rain tipped winter That didnÕt stall between The hearts of the men that fluttered and floundered That split the cake between their hands, That felt their hearts, like a slow moving train stopping along the silky tracks. Her wet, damp shoes were just enough of a sign That she needed a brand new, red glossy heel. So she waited for the soft cello Of the breeze to make her hair Move in such a way, In such a cold heat of night That the men would have no fear Would have no reason but to stop To find her, For what there was to be seen Was a small strapless foot, waiting for red to reconvene. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
much I like about this, though I don't presume to fully understand it... which is a good thing when it comes to poetry in many ways, for it lets the reader draw what they will... enjoyed |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
How many lyrics have been penned after disappointing encounters with such women (and nowadays more men, also)! Your poem ranks high among them, I would guess. It is quite well composed. Enjoyed the first and last lines the most here, I think. Even that in itself has the ring of the poet's experience to it. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks Cpat and Easy.. Yes, Easy, much can be written about encounters with people. The good and the bad, and hopefully the good outweighs the bad. Cheers Tomer |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, James. Take care Cheers |
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