Open Poetry #5 |
shuttered (something I just wrote) |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I just wrote this one straight from my head to the screen. The pun at the end shows I'm cheering up a little. Mike -shuttered- There are roses rotting behind the shutter. The man who grew the briar tried to knock them out, But the thorns were sharp, unclean, Painful to his tired hands. Gloves only caught more of the same, Plus magnified the color of dirt And made the man's hands itchy, Sweaty, uncomfortably trapped. The smell of the roses rotting Was cloying but not unpleasant. Was death and shadows and lack of growth Supposed to smell this sweet? Like perfume and peat? He sat down on his step, spade shining light Caught from the sky at his feet. He watched a bug move across cement specks, Shadow wires lengthen down the street. By that time, it was cold; Time for the man to go in. But he just sat there, Realized his lies lacked thought, And noticed his lilacs growing in. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
From your head to the screen...within those few brilliant inches of distance is a world that aches to be shared. Thank you for listening to your hea(rt)d. I liked the detail of this piece. Claire |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Oh....I like this |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
This......is really good! -SEA |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, everyone. And jeez, Claire, you're making me blush... Mike |
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Corazon Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 1209 |
wow, what a writer! this is great! |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
She said burn ... together. |
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