Open Poetry #49 |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
touch awakes naive distaste her touch returned in ill-timed haste ending all which once was chaste ...I imagine a younger woman's sweet caress touches me with tenderness my heart now hers she does possess ...I fear afraid to feel, my heart restrains a rushed emotion’s sweet refrain my love pours out like falling rain ...I live She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The last line says it all, Ticklefingers . . . But leading up to that last line you have drawn into the touch, the caress; of love everlasting . . . ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
You are on a roll my friend! May you continue to roll...into your self and journey into the yet unexplored places in your head. ~L |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
.I imagine ...I fear ...I live All in good order.... The short lines are what explains the poem.. Clever write--enjoyed the read "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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