Silently Stashed In Shasta: Finding A Few Ghosts Of Our Own...

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Open Poetry #50

Silently Stashed In Shasta: Finding A Few Ghosts Of Our Own...

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

0 posted 2018-04-22 01:30 PM

It was long ago in our youthful yesterdays
you and I were bathing in the shadow of a fan

Your finger resting on my parted lips hushed away all our troubles
Your lovely dark brown gypsy eyes became my music

Your hand in my hand...so warm and reassuring
No one else to see, no one else in view...just you and I, my darling

Nowhere else to be, but there with you, my angel
...my love for all eternity

“Soon” now, baby...and once again

...just bein' Bluesy

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

1 posted 2018-04-22 01:58 PM

Fantastic wordplay, Bluesy, beautiful is the word.

“Soon” now, baby...and once again . . . Yesss!

~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~

Bluesy Socrateaser
Member Elite

since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

2 posted 2018-04-22 03:54 PM

Thanks, Jerry. I greatly appreciate your comments and enthusiastic, "Yesss!"

...just bein' Bluesy

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

3 posted 2018-04-22 06:20 PM

Deep sigh, you is sooo romantic! Love this.
~L

Bluesy Socrateaser
Member Elite

since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

4 posted 2018-04-22 10:25 PM

It takes one to know one, Miss Lori.

I'm most appreciative, my dear. Many Thanks!

...just bein' Bluesy

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