Open Poetry #48 |
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Dahlia Ln. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She had a shadows rumor The one that followed after a nights lost thoughts after a winter fury She had long leggings Based off the walls cries The woman who talked Felt the seasons duck and weave Her neck glanced towards The month of may With her hair riding down her back Like a velvet rope sewing its way Towards the living room He use to touch a piece of her leg For he didn't want to lose a piece of her spread The way her legs read each others toes across the living room floor She had a soft cheek Like the rails of a bed As the sunrise set against their silver lining frame soft reddison eyes Under the fall crescent That touched the fire below the Patient side of the woman's left side breast They had eyes of a silver dollar On the doorstep of her grandmothers home She walked towards dahlia lane with her big brown eyes and blonde locks like the oceans current The one she use to live nearby when she grew on the country land and her father dug his hands deep into the soil in the forefront of her hair that spread across her back like the black Haven that she wore when she passed the wrong left and her eyes focused on the backstory of a village not too far from the snows constant |
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Victoria![]()
since 2000-08-12
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Her neck glanced towards The month of may With her hair riding down her back Like a velvet rope sewing its way Towards the living room Enjoyed Dahlia Ln. Tomer and your unique abstraction of words. ![]() ~Victoria Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Victoria- Your comments are always welcome. Happy you enjoyed that particular stanza. Hope you're well. Cheers Tomer |
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