Open Poetry #46 |
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thoughts along her eyes |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She was quiet like the piano that sat in the dark, Slightly folding her legs onto the wood works of the small-breasted room. You could look through the dozens of boroughs, The tunnels that flaunted the cars and people of the neighboring streets, Silent windows creaked, dipped their small reflections Off the round of her cheek Off to the dirt paved road where her small little harness Hung from the tree along her yard She was the faintest call of morning, Where one wakes up to the sound of light, Straightening their thoughts as they board their train, Straightening their tie, and as they slowly look up, That one slow glance, that one quick take, You'll notice the skin of her dress Slightly bristling along the airy streets. You'll notice her, but only when it's too late, Only when her eyes decide to catch yours, Catch your scent for a woman she is, a woman of her heart. [This message has been edited by Tomer (10-14-2010 09:48 AM).] |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
A patchwork riddle, thank you... and a tale of the lingering beauty almost hidden in postmodern suburbia, thank you even more. So many ties---guess it wasn't Casual Friday. |
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Yuka Member
since 2010-08-19
Posts 71china |
a quiet describer, love it you may become a good novelist |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Easy...happy you enjoyed. Hope all is well. Cheers |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Yuka....happy you enjoyed Tomer |
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