Open Poetry #48 |
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The Dream |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana ![]() |
she flared my senses standing alone just inside the door a dream within a dream of another time another place concrete jungle some called it New York City she smiled her sentient smile it broke my heart I took Frankenstein steps arms outstretched wanting to embrace that which I'd throw away too late realizing I loved her after all as I wrapped my arms around her I embraced thin air then . . . I heard a sob then . . . words I'll carry to my grave this is a dream it isn't real it never was real to you ©February 14, 2013 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ I changed my iPod name to Titanic. It's syncing now. ~*~ |
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Victoria![]()
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
A sad dream indeed...certainly heartfelt...wishing you sweet dreams from now on Jerry. ~Victoria I was adored once too. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Many thanks, Victoria, for reading and commenting so nicely on my poem. ~*~ I changed my iPod name to Titanic. It's syncing now. ~*~ |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
The conscience, subliminal mind, wife, or, um, whatever it is sure has a no beating around the bush way of opening our eyes to the facts. Enjoyed. ![]() |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
You caught the drift, thank, Bob. ~*~ I changed my iPod name to Titanic. It's syncing now. ~*~ |
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