little dreams between the corn rows

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Open Poetry #48

little dreams between the corn rows

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2013-03-15 07:57 PM

She told her eyes
that father wasn't far behind
but her heart bled until
the ground felt her hands onto a lonely sand filled daze

It was only the summer time
when a teen shed her denim jeans
for a dream to take her hair
onto her mothers small voice

To dream of a small girls
one last chance
to be young again
to be relevant once more

One more chance
to hear her mothers soft song
onto her oft put skin

She took her jeans off towards the hallway
until her leg touched the forefront of the walls lip
and her cheeks began to wince
like the grass fields that teased
the rain to try and come, again

Spring shed no heart
her tears brought onto an olive front
onto the fields where her heart
often got lost in the rows of crops
not far from her empty home.

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

1 posted 2013-03-16 10:02 AM

Your last verse really tugs at the heart strings.

You write with a keen eye and a sensitive heart.

Sadly beautiful!!

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

2 posted 2013-03-18 07:34 PM

Blues-

Thanks for the thoughtful comments; happy you enjoyed.

Cheers

Tomer

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