Open Poetry #48 |
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Glow Of Fire (from The Faces Of Love) |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas ![]() |
Nocturne Owl flies - silent, swift - Something screams, something dying, Quiet winter woods. © wesley james beard,jr 2002 [This message has been edited by jwesley (11-13-2012 12:53 PM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
You'd better believe it, J., burn me, momma, burn me. I'm liking very much these "The Faces of Love" poems, plus, "from Riding the Greyhound." ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Victoria![]()
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
You can always tell a womans love life by her glow. Better by some chapstick for those burned lips ha. A poem is never finished, only abandoned. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Wow. This is passionate and beautiful. A vivid and lovely read. Michael |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
OOPS!!! Somethings happened here ... 'tis Not "Glow of Fire"... j. |
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