Open Poetry #48 |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest ![]() |
With petals falling I count the hours, in increments of tiny hands, prism drops of tired clouds and mountains made of dots and dash, derivatives of endless sands in stark remind of tic and tock, in love revived, the promised storms to quenching fields, now drown as tributaries in the river's greater plan I count the hours with petals falling the chanting rain the plight of man. |
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swampguy Member
since 2013-08-04
Posts 83 |
Emma, you are on a roll. You are writing damn good poetry, even brilliant poetry. This one with its pleasing sights and smells and word play took me on a ride with you and I finished with an understanding of the plight of man. ~*~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
thank you kindly for your supportive words; it means much to me when the perceptive poets of PIP read me ![]() |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Wonderful! |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Whoa, lovely words and even lovelier what you did with them. |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
thanks for stopping by ![]() ![]() |
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