Open Poetry #1 |
Malisa, My Angel |
blueloon Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 161NY |
Dinner, he forgot. He dined with another. Slowly I cried myself to sleep. A baby cries, cries within. A woman yells, yells within. The baby speaks... the woman takes from her breast and slowly she starts to feed. The roots connect. I feel it here. I wonder where this all began. Two people start another. But that one will start with two and together they'll make one. Malisa, she spoke to me.. She touched my face and painted me gold. She put dust in my eyes as she spoke, "Name the child , and love it kind. He is hers and you are mine." I awoke to hear a cricket scream of pure delight or is it pain a song or chant? I look Over yonder as day breaks. Someone will come. Only time will tell as night continues to pass on as the baby speaks I reveal my breast and slowly start to feed. [This message has been edited by blueloon (edited 07-16-99).] |
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lenny Member
since 1999-07-11
Posts 63front royal, va. u.s.a. |
He sounds unworthy. Sad... |
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quote99 Junior Member
since 1999-07-14
Posts 17US |
I don't feel the meter or hear the rhyme on this one. |
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blueloon Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 161NY |
quote99: I'm not sure if I was aiming for a pattern, the words they came from deep within and this is what appeared. I did make a change and welcome the feedback. Thank you- blueloon [This message has been edited by blueloon (edited 07-16-99).] |
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