Open Poetry #46 |
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Memories of Madison |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She stared at the wall As if her thoughts were Being written on the white skin Of the front of its pattern As the dolls to the far right Just above her motherÕs dresser Held their hands together until the night of Madison. She wore her mothers dress, The one with the strapless back, White shoulder straps thinly overlapping her delicate skin. Her white, pearl earrings Stood like rubies on the ballroom of the sea Bottomless but pierced into her As though the studs on the back Understood the intricacies of her skin. Her memories came and gone The walls didnÕt seem to mind, nor care For her tears of the yesteryear, of tomorrow Seemed to sit with her Until her father sat alongside her, Quietly rubbing her left shoulder, Her left cheek, Until her head cradled into his chest, Her motherÕs voice tightly vested to the beats of her breath. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This is a vivid moment in still life to be sure. Kind of bittersweet, yet very beautiful. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Blues..happy you enjoyed Tomer |
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