Open Poetry #50 |
Tales From The Cabin That Smokes: Book Twenty-One, Of Days & Dreams... |
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Ah!... Today our cherry tree blossoms are dancing down, lover, laying a damp carpet around me as I sit beside the brook where the gently flowing water cools the heat from my dirty, tired feet Coming back toward the cabin, honey, I remember the night we hung bobbing Chinese lanterns on the wash line between the old wood ‘T-poles’ and how they gave your face a warm, colorful glow as you swung, soles to the stars, on our old swing, collecting petals in your hair I remember too, the night I asked you for all your days while we lay cocooned in leg and arm, and I felt your mouth pressing against my heart-opened ear… I love you, baby and I want you to feel it more than you hear it The lanterns are still here, lover, the cherry tree too, and the swing awaits it's favorite form ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
There is an unmistakable tenderness in these love poems of yours, unique as your finger print. You have created a special world of words with her that is so tangible, you have me missing her too. ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
That's very sweet of you to say, Lori Rhoden. Happy holiday, my dear. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Poet In Pink Senior Member Posts 1066 MI |
A tender and loving scene you have painted Bluesy Sigh worthy from start to finish ~ Enjoyed muchers |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
So many thanks, Miss Pinky! ...just bein' Bluesy |
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