Open Poetry #50 |
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Prestidigitation: She Made It Seem So Real I Could Taste Her... |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror ![]() |
As this crimson sunset fades, she comes in tendrils of smoke Whirling and whispering from her well-stoked sun embers She breathes over me gently, sweetly giving life to this night of ours She walks through my earth singing me sweet lullabies Putting my mind at ease, making my world ready for sleep Farewell, my twilight, I have tasted your sweet kiss... ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Bluesey, You are getting better all the time. This is really good. ![]() |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Beautiful. 'Nuff said, poet. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Thanks, Miss Lori...You're very kind. ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Thank you, Jerry. I appreciate your comments. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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