Open Poetry #48 |
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the fold of fall and the familiar skin that followed |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
He had his skin folded over the mountaintops that day His hair, just above the crease of his neck where the waves could still reach him feel his ease pin the ripe greens that sat adjacent to the sea He stood against his small, oval shaped patio overlooking the round, shaped city The wind against his back and a small part of him rather, a small piece of his memory felt the nostalgia, music like small beats of the shallow road He use to drive on, strumming through the air Riding against the pine oak trees of his cities winding landscape Skin folded like the band of brothers that stormed through the mountains with their eyes half closed as each reached for each others shoulders Skin folded, along his soft, crest patio |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
When a poem compels me to read it three or four times, I am impressed by the skill and just enough mystery with which it was written. Your poem makes wonder more about the characters in the poem. Was he a biker? How many years have gone by since the ride? For what reasons were his brothers' shoulders and so on? Very much enjoyed! Miscellanea |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Misce- Thanks for the kind words. I'm happy it brought you back again for a second read....He was just a fighter - one that exists within all of us. Happy you enjoyed, take care. Cheers Tomer |
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