Open Poetry #48 |
Lisa's Lullaby |
Ethern Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 150on a plane |
morning sunlight shining, rising from linen horizon; breaking the bonds of moonbathed bodies and lamplit lovers her smile her breath her hair, everywhere (i love the cool fresh breeze of waking and that first ray of daylight) and her voice is like the early biirdsongs... and the day brightens with hours of laughter and hopes and dreams and promises... chapels, and books, and houses... the new growth of spring. boquets of the earth sprinkle petals at her footsteps as she passes by in holy white gown and trimmed in delicate silver lace a lilly in my valley her face her scent my flower stars of the night sky reflect dimly that twinkle in your painted eyes when the silken veil falls to the floor and passion drinks of milky smooth skin my heart best my pulse her lullaby our song and the circle turns one more time a week of days crammed in a blink of history and buried in the blankets of a lonely bed so i lie alone on a still, quiet pillow wrestling with old dreams and waiting for sunrise . |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Lonely is the man with memories instead of richness of life. ~*~ Death is a common weed: requires no rain. ~*~ |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
You bring me up so high, and then shoot me down to memories and waiting for sunrise. How sad. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Ethern Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 150on a plane |
thats the feeling... like a high... and a comedown too |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...reminded me of the song "Wendy"...James |
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