Open Poetry #4 |
Lines of Wire |
Seaangel Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 167Auckland, New Zealand |
(This is an oldy but a goody.) Lines of wire crossed too many times see me I do walk the air is lashing its blue tongue on my throat the leaves slip swelling waxy green against my arm the cars grind shiny on the road hot and hungry the sun colours my face wettens my skin heat tendrils hazing to gusts of chill wind the dewy colours dream into the distance snap proudly against the foreground I listen |
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RSEvans Senior Member
since 1999-10-23
Posts 1147Tulsa, OK, USA |
Good visuals...I especially like the wind's blue tounge |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Reading this was a sensory experience. I like your original use of words, "dewey colors, wettens". Enjoyed the feeling of this. |
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Seaangel Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 167Auckland, New Zealand |
thanks, rs, martie. I was trying to give a very sensual experience..much like poems of yours! |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
My friend - I always mean it when I say I like your distinctive style. (See you in the morning!) K |
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