Open Poetry #50 |
When Time Becomes A Lamentation: Her Horological Hysterectomy... |
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
You sigh low, all alone sitting on our bed with your head on your knees spreading your toes...intrigued, as if you just found them there at the ends of your feet I sigh lower, on my temporary bed in this faraway place watching through the wired window, wishing time was faster and I had less of it I'll be sitting on my bed with my head on my knees, looking inside...intrigued, as if I just found you there at the end of my heartstrings, but still as far out of reach as the moon Tempus Fugit...when you’re running out of it... ...just bein' Bluesy |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Sad lamentations within each line. Like always, Blusey, you give your readers much to chew on ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (04-07-2018 08:55 PM).] |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Thank you so much, Jerry. I appreciate your comments. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Bluesy, Whether you are lamenting or celebrating, your love for Linny is the constant, that never wavers or weakens. You heart is in every piece shining like a beacon. ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Thanks for reading, Miss Lori and commenting so sweetly. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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