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She sleeps |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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She Sleeps She lies like dead upon the bed, Alive the land of things unsaid. Sleeping the ebb and flow salon And the dawn has come and gone. I fear her state of near yet far, Her mind to long in Shangri-la. Held to hard to the non aware, I question time and is she there? Alone she lay so sweet and still, In rest her body needs to fill. Yet still she shows no sign of wake And do I dare the slightest shake? Will she excuse the rude intrude? Or will it cause vicissitude? In tender love I vacillate? I love her, no matter the state. My love to wake or not to wake? My love to shake or not to shake? I think I'll wait a little more And then I think I'll SLAM THE DOOR. |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Well! What a mix of things - the exotic and humour, and big words juxtaposed with little ones. All in all it adds up to: Just wonderful! |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Let's hope she doesn't wake up grumpy! (and I don't mean Balladeer!) |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Severn & Poet deVine, Thank you for the comments It was fun to write and picturing slamming the door tickled me. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
It tickled me too... (as did calling Balladeer grumpy! LOL) Great poem! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
cute |
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