Open Poetry #50 |
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An Aviator’s Avian Attraction: A Case Of FOD-Induced Turbine-Digestion... |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror ![]() |
Fly South, my beautifully benevolent birds... Even you must sense the sky lowering upon this land Empires are falling, and fading genders have become meaningless My veranda, now covered in leaves, was once your sanctuary Now, icy winds have slammed shut the doors to my charity I hear you calling out my name, but I’m not really listening Today my world ends, and by tomorrow I’ll be gone I’ll no longer rebuke your raucous calling...no, not ever again I wish you could fly away with me, my friends, beside me always... …but you never would. ("FOD" - Foreign Object Damage) ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Bluesy, I got to tell you I was tracking you just fine until the third stanza where you are leaving got me kerfluffled. And since you aren't one to divulge the secrets of your poetry I'll just scratch my head and nod like I know what's going on. ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Just a little fiction mixed with non-fiction, Miss Lori. The reality is I don't have a veranda, just a simple porch that some might call a deck. It's a bit like me, more rustic-looking than pretty. ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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