Open Poetry #48 |
the beige sunrise |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Her beige sweater had a small wrinkle over her savory skin She used to cry under the river For only the trees could bring the shower of tears under a heavy silence She had a soft stroke when she touched the branches of the forest And only then did it tie the woods together with their soft crawl of a gentle, Tennessee wind Dark, Her facial features were quiet Rather studious of the way A woman lost her gentle walk By the mirror of the light They tried her eyes under a soft silhouette that centered off the living room wall where she brought her own freckles to the sunrise that day Her looks paved the night for silence to reach the golden gates of the even horizons sunrise came as she woke Along the cobbled road with each eyelash more becoming than the next a sunrise radiant of the mornings quiet stroke |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
They tried her eyes under a soft silhouette that centered off the living room wall where she brought her own freckles to the sunrise that day I really enjoy your unique writing Tomer. Makes me think of my sister who has freckles especially in the sunshine. ~Victoria Life is a great big canvas-Throw all the paint on it you can. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Your poetry is mesmerizing! |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Victoria- Appreciate the kind words - happy you enjoyed that stanza. Hope you're well. Cheers Tomer |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Blues- I'm happy you have been enjoying it. It means a lot. Cheers Tomer |
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