Open Poetry #46 |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She looked at him with those eyes, Those illustrious Òoh myÓ, those falling knives, Just along Gastbury Street, Where the pianos play along the riverside Where the trees never seem to know which season it is, Just like the room to your front yard, Where ones dog runs along the grass, The pigeons pass just as summer talks under the breath of PenelopeÕs voice, That sweet, Òoh myÓ, oh for the thin walls, Where the jealous seasons pass and fall Fathers call and mothers ball, Here and there, winter sees, I love this feeling, This street along the riverside. |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
Lovely! So well-written . ~A |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Oh yea, so glad to read this. Great scenery and choice of words. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks A and Blues, always happy to see you two around. Cheers |
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