Open Poetry #48 |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
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Come to me of pure life-- ashore. Hold out thine hand; dear friend, -- alit, the vest of hardened hands’ upon the breast the rose’ a thorn too deep with every push’ to feel the dripping of the seed that giventh life! to be aware of only the sought before the eyes of the invisible healer’ i have cast thee out! Abreeze of thought still passing my chambers blowing the curtain of memories. sigh for the angels “aiutati che Dio ti aiuta”. black lace against the heavens-a thigh soft as the snows flesh against flesh—I ponder now alone, faint as the summers kiss on prose’ to think I sat and held a sensation-- turning sound into expression, words into sound sound into spellings, spellings into expression expression holds the sensation, and I feel you also’ I dance with the breeze’ risen from the soul-- and setting half with the sun whilst part of me sees whats to come, from night and echoes; waking as a bird into life’ bespoken to fly and rising and soaring everyday—her words my heart’ an emotional seedling waiting to flower’ till a garden grows from such love. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Love the style and romance... |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
pure romance nothing forced nor compromised |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
wonderful...James |
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