Remembering A Night That Is Yet To Come: This Is How Two Became As One...

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Open Poetry #50

Remembering A Night That Is Yet To Come: This Is How Two Became As One...

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

0 posted 2019-01-21 12:42 PM

Laying on the grass,
my true love and I
with the moon glowing
in her gypsy brown eyes

Singing lullabies we knew,
still fresh and fun...
Wishes flowed freely
between our thoughts,

...and our spiraling celestial dreams

Dreams which seared the night sky like a comet's tail,
...then faded as gently as a spent candle

...just bein' Bluesy

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2019-01-21 03:34 AM

Bluesy,
You have the perfect touch of mush...Not too sweet and schmaltzy or fake and flaky. Just enough to make a person think, "awe" and feel warm and fuzzy, ~L

jwesley
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-04-30

Posts 7563
Spring, Texas

2 posted 2019-01-21 10:11 AM

Ah, such things are life itself, aren't they. Loved the last 3 lines . . . perfectly closed.

j.

Poet In Pink
Senior Member
Posts 1066
MI

3 posted 2019-01-25 01:47 PM

Sweet, tender and romantic ~ The last 2 lines were a perfect ending ~ Much enjoyed Bluesy

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

4 posted 2019-01-26 01:38 AM

Thanks for reading and commenting, Jimmy.

...just bein' Bluesy

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

5 posted 2019-01-26 01:39 AM

So pleased you read it that way, Miss Pinky. Man thanks!

...just bein' Bluesy

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