Open Poetry #48 |
the open fields heart |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She took her shirt off, slowly like augusts last meal before fall was to arrive She had small dimples the size of a small piece of yarn that lay in the woods in the back shed near the river Her arms always dangled by her side slight, narrow like the bridge that crossed into town With her hair, red, auburn with the flakes of the suns stare onto the dews of grass that lye on the horizon of the train tracks that stood desolate, even with the winds breeze Saints found their home down here where tree barks had history and the same town bell rang every day at 6 pm Around the open fields through the midnight haze that appeared every spring its heart never lost |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
lovely sentiments and scene, unforgettable are women yann |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England |
Oh the memories, lovely Michael |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, James...happy you enjoyed. Cheers Tomer |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Yann- Hope you're well, my friend. Yes, the memories...happy you enjoyed. Cheers Tomer |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Michael- They stay with you forever. Happy you enjoyed. Cheers Tomer |
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