Open Poetry #50 |
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At the Funeral I Missed: Remembering The Intoxicating Widow, My Own Miss Toxica... |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror ![]() |
What face did you assume at his departure, Miss Toxica, as you stood there shivering in the moon’s penumbra? I’m sorry I wasn’t there to see you, or to pay my respects I only know your body was always a symbol to me, something that carried you like the case of a Stradivarius or the colorful jacket of a precious book, more beautiful when it lays open and exposed to the world He left few, if any hours in your eyes, I know, Miss Toxica, only metal for the earth I recall you stepping out of my life in a dress of blazoned copper to a man who melted you down and took one hundred hammers to your heart Now, as shadows appear once more, Miss Toxica, the wind blows your skirted legs my way You play me like Antonio’s finest violin in perfect tune and you know I’ve an ear for you So play on, Miss Toxica, ‘til the angel of death applauds from the wings ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Where do you come up with this stuff? Your mind just never quits. You've always a story to tell with an interesting angle and uncommon words to boot. Never know what I'm going to wake up to, it is always a pleasant (even if a tear jerker) surprise. ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
A dearest poet friend of mine had the username of "Toxica The Platypus". I used to call her "Miss Toxica", but her real name was Sharon. Thanks, Miss Lori, for your sweet comment. ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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