Open Poetry #49 |
"Mors ultima linea rerum est" |
ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
He looked at the moon, Clouding with fog, From the window Of an empty room. They moved out the bed The carpet everything, Couldn't stand the place, Where she had died. He remembered the wake, It might have been a dream, He remembered the coffin, But to him; it wasn't her. He breathed on the window And as if like magic The image began to form, And his sight began to blur. It had been a long night, She had looked at the moon Clouding with fog From the window Of a sweet smelling room. Richard |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
nice writing...james |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
Like a sweet reminiscence. Delicate, yet keenly aware of the swing of the scythe. 88's friend She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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