Open Poetry #49 |
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It Wasn't Enough |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana ![]() |
the sunset red like a bloody fighter the nudity of words in a love letter I think of sun-kissed lips in the shadows and raindrops jealous of the umbrella I hear gleeful laughter of my troubled youth David Allen Coe pushing dirt around words like, you can’t shake hands with a fist before she spread her cultured legs she opened doors I could not found out they were only open for the day it wasn’t enough ©April 18, 2014 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ The poor wish to be rich, the rich wish to be happy, the single wish to be married, and the married wish to be dead. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
This is a fresh twist on your usual style. Kinda nice to mix things up every once in a while, huh?! I enjoyed this. Lori ![]() |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thanks, Lori. Yep, even I was getting bored with my white bread approach in my poetry. This isn't such a jump away from it, but it's a start. ~*~ The poor wish to be rich, the rich wish to be happy, the single wish to be married, and the married wish to be dead. ~*~ |
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