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Brittle Rose
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Brittle Rose |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Brittle Rose Up the length of those AC/DC-shakin' American thighs, you'll find my muse, a girl with Atlantis blue eyes draped in an effortless loneliness shaped just like him she's got Van Morrison's Moondance on repeat to the point of meaning wearing thin And in time, even the rock of your gypsy soul infamous for holding fast any man's mangled hull, could be withered down by love's wicked weather but in time, your cast-out nets can be strung back together oh wind-blown feather, just when the drop will fall from overdose nobody knows but beauty still can be found in the folds of a brittle rose Down the soft avenue of her touch-less body this night, I wander with my heels six inches off the ground cloaked in midnight shades and them ol' blue jean blues she conquers me with just a hand through her hair never thought it'd feel kinda good to lose And in time, even the time that slips like sand that pours into my dreamland eyes, I know I can picture in portrait a shred of your rainy sunlight but in time, faces fade like so many autumns under wheels oh feelings so real, just when the distance is closed nobody knows but grace can still enchant like the hues of a brittle rose Care, care my hands open and bare symbolic heart in dire need of watering oh but I tell you now, tears aren't the sure thing from brittle stem to shadowy men somewhere between is me somewhere between is me and my tranquil seas set like a diamond in the setting sun, too empty to accommodate just a lonely one oh mystical soul, do you hear me now? can't you feel me somehow? And in time, even the shoals of your gypsy soul must bare the weight of love's enduring hull be it withered down to mere morsels of truth and in time, your cast-out nets can't even cover your dues ah, bell bottom blues, just when the purity of true love is posed someday we'll know but till then there's plenty of love to be found in your folds of a brittle rose and beauty, sweet wonder is what I find when I mine the folds of your heart, soul and mind you know it's true and somewhere in the strength of those moondancin' eyes, I have found my muse. "I will hang on the hook of your splendor" -Snow Patrol, 'Dark Roman Wine' |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Oh, soul drifter, I feel that you have definitely found your Muse. This is a good poem that reads like a black and white photo of a rain-soaked street. ~*~ If they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Dude, you make my head swim!! I love the way you write soul drifter and I am so happy to find you here. Your poetic talents are over the top and I never, ever, tire of reading you. Keep 'em coming Mister!!! |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
Your muse has done a wonderful joy with this one...visions become embraced with tender hands...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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