Open Poetry #48 |
Sophia's Arc |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Her face was cold even though the lines across her wrist told the story of a woman that passed through the desert with her long legs pressed against the back strokes of the western wind. Sophia was the suns arc under the crescent sky she felt her knees rise then buckle once she spotted his watchful eye. Through the years winter, fall, she felt his aura his eyes tear her dress her tears onto her white, faint blouse Until sunrise before midnight before she could utter his name he touched her like the ravens gentle stare. |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
Morbidly bleak with illuminating visuals. Enjoyed! |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
graceful images for a poignant story, enjoyed, yann |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
intresting and intriguing |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Very nice...James |
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