Open Poetry #46 |
open sea - open town |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She waved her hands against the side of the building, Where the air stood still, like shoulders on mantles of the people passing by. Gift to the streets, The heiress of the beauty and the sea, The sad man sleeping in the alley Wincing for a smile as she passed him by. To run that sweet, cool squeeze of Macenroe street, Men tapping their feet, saxophones whistling, Blue paint drying as the candles Gave way to glasses of cognac and merlot along the narrow street She waved her cool, blonde hair, To the bay and the storefronts, The timeless spread of the jazz spade streets, Macenroe and all those around it, For she was the crowd, the heat, The jazz that played like a voice so surreal, the Arabian nights cleared the dust for God to speak. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
glad I found this one..and am surprised it wasn't commented on. you blend well the images both abstract and concrete to tell you tale.. I enjoyed |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
Wonderful, captivating writing! ~A |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks Cpat and Amaryliss...happy you enjoyed Cheers Tomer |
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