Open Poetry #50 |
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Q-Tipped “Sweet Nothings”: Starting Sweet And Ending With Nothing But Ear Whacks... |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror ![]() |
Flittering gnats dream themselves locusts as they find a little bit of Egypt on her shoulder Oiled cast iron skillet sizzles like falling rain while gasping onions His chapped hand reaches out to touch her fingers She schleps the potatoes and oil as her thoughts harden into the hot iron pan The table rises from the floor and he seats himself The paper unfolds its pages as she eyes the man she once knew with a tinge of hate and discontent, viewing now his lackadaisical ways He struggles to escape all that he can remember while making a study of old news From memories, he tries to beckon her to his will, but she refuses to leave the stove and doesn't turn when he touches her arm She long knows he’s only begging for something else to fill his hands ...dinner is served ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Pretty insightful Bluesy. Your descriptions are fantastic! Your titles just kill me! ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
You're sweet, Miss Lori. Dinner's at 8 so don't be late! ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Poet In Pink Senior Member Posts 1066 MI |
Sometimes you win...Sometimes you lose LOL You've painted this picture perfectly Bluesy ~ Always enjoy my reads ![]() |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Much obliged, Miss Pinky ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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