the tables still speak at night

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Open Poetry #48

the tables still speak at night

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2012-10-02 09:58 PM

They use to talk along the stone brick road
where the corners began to curve
into the cities mainland

The motorcycles danced off the pebbles
heels in concert
straps, strapless
suits and ties
jackets and jeans,
blazers firmly fitted onto narrow, wide shoulders

The talk of the town began at dawn
siesta followed
wine of the Ann Marie busied by the minute
with chatter, laughter,
eyes that sized the room
with the stone brick walls
grace,
cracked, pebble walls

Inland
between the far wake
and a sky that befell
the scottish countryside

JL
Member Ascendant

since 2004-04-01

Posts 6128
Texas, USA

1 posted 2012-10-02 11:07 PM

"Inland
between the far wake
and a sky that befell
the scottish countryside"

Enjoyed the entire write, but
that last stanza was a knock-out.

Excellent write.

JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

2 posted 2012-10-03 03:16 AM

JL-

Appreciate the comments and love of the last stanza. Hope you're well.

Cheers

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

3 posted 2012-10-03 11:48 AM

You took me there....again.

Your poetry is so easy on the eyes, Tomer~

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

4 posted 2012-10-05 08:20 PM

Blues-

Im happy it resonates...appreciate the comments, as always.

Cheers

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