Open Poetry #4 |
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(Another) Ghost Lover |
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Soleil Member
since 1999-06-12
Posts 113 |
There is a scent of Cheap whiskey and cigarettes On his breath. He, with soft lips that respond And a mange of tangled hair Is the trace of sweat on his chest. He wears two gold circle earrings. On that signifies what is And the other for what will be. He doesn’t worry about what was. He has divorced himself From others' shepherded pain, But empathizes with those He loves. In his grey eyes is a horizon That has no vanishing line. And yet there are those Who have vanished in those eyes That have cried for The death of a mother And the cruelty of a father’s lies. His touch has the power To electrify Through the dense mist That conspires. He is a shadow of a thought That rends reality in tatters. He is an oak framed mirror shattered Or a rainbow in puddle, Boot splattered. In an anthology of verse He is the line you speak aloud. He is the known stranger In a crowd. He has passed from the world Of colour, and thru time On a spiral of thoughts That cloud the mind. His mortality rests in a place Where the heavens as one align. And with one whispered kiss Becomes all moments missed. |
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caroline Senior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 1218http://members.xoom.com/belladona123/index.htm |
Wow!! Now this is spectacular, Soleil! Where have you been?!! Glad to see you back and posting your beautiful work ![]() It's not the love you fear, but the fall from the height~Edwin McCain |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Oh..I like ![]() |
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