Open Poetry #50 |
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Lovers’ Who Brush-Stroked One Too Many Times: She Was An ‘Eerie Gal’ To Hang With... |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror ![]() |
Lover, last night I dreamed you were a Picasso and I was a Matisse We were hanging on opposite gallery walls of intersecting gallery halls I saw us being separated You by a parade of clicking heels and I…by voyeuristic eyes Your every angle was so stark, so severe, as peering through fragmented tears quietly begging for my tranquility and offering me only your madness… When I awoke, I was the Picasso and you were the Matisse Thank goodness the gal eerie's Van Gogh's past, I may have woke up in the back of it at the fish market ...as a Pollack! ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
You're so funny Bluesy! and creative, what a unique perspective. (even if the ending did seem a little fishy) ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
A good pun never gets past you, Miss Lori! ![]() Thanks a lot! ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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