Open Poetry #48 |
Pristine Page |
MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England |
Pristine Page So here I sit, staring, my mind just blank No words upon the page, so pristine white Private thoughts easy said in perfect rhyme That heart upon your sleeve can only bleed Torn in two tissue paper in a storm Lips that murmur a kiss could make them still Yet the words don’t come, paper smudged by tears And from the tear stains, an image I see Like ink spots, reminds me of times before My fingers touching golden hair so fine Lying in sand dunes sounds of distant surf The sun to highlight your freckles, your smile The scratching of the pen relives those days Blank paper now alive, in so many ways. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
"So here I sit, staring, my mind just blank No words upon the page," I promised myself today that I will fill those blanks soon... M |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Sometimes, most of the time really, the past can cause the pen to begin reliving those moments when nothing else can. ~*~ Around here a cultured person is one that don't drink dago red from a jar. ~*~ [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (10-10-2013 10:59 AM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Beautiful escalation, from inertia to deep feeling, intensely rendered. Margherita |
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