Open Poetry #48 |
whispers between the walls |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
He use to lean on her when the wind came through the creaked, open door With her small hands, like carves of wood onto his leather jacket Between the walls the shadows creased underneath the chandelier above their calming heads She use to walk the desert line where the fall of eagles came through the ruins and placed their sides on her skin For the walls heard their voices between his soft spoken voice where the cross streets to their neighboring door had trouble making out the words that came from his lips onto her throat For the walls had two sides one for the wind to decide and another for their lips to collide Whispers between the walls for the tired rise of her hair seemed to whisper to the walls for the quiet presence of light to hold its breathe for the nights open air. |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Oh... how the night air opens onto those whispers that raise the tips of her hair to embrace the voice between the walls, calling to her soft, sweet, suede leather jacket. She stands again. Enjoying your poetry,Tomer. Ms. E |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
I feel the longing to the point of being tangible. Gorgeous poetry, Tomer. I enjoy your writing so much!!! |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Ms. E- Beautiful comments; always appreciated. Happy you enjoyed. Cheers Tomer |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Blues- Your words bring clarity to me. Happy you enjoyed it. Take care Cheers |
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