Open Poetry #50 |
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Watching And Waiting: It’s The Hoping That Makes This House A Home... |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror ![]() |
It was a night caressed by warm summer breezes whose fingers were eager to do just what pleases The waters were tranquil and calm The stars shone so brightly yet touched my eyes lightly Moonbeams danced in sarongs Their ballroom was grand and each grain of sand reflected great crystalline splendor But for their uses I found no excuses when searching my soul for content 'Til she can be free and comes home to me it's just memories which I have spent ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I love this. It is so sweet, it is a favorite of mine. ![]() |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
You put the words together perfectly, Blusey. Its the waiting that drives us berserk, don't ya know. When we're together all that waiting seems not what it was. We're together now, everything is good. ~ 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! So glad you like it! ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Thanks, Jerry. What you say is true. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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