Open Poetry #6 |
Unintended |
Shelley Member
since 2000-01-27
Posts 263Ohio, USA |
This is one of those things that was intended one way but came out another, so I just went with it. (colors of a rose grows deeper than deep through the silken skin of its petals) Knowing not of who I am, projected in thought of what you think the knowing is not, unclosed to find but blind to seeking out the who I am. Bedded and positioned to fulfill your needs; not touch nor moved by earth shattering expulsions of rain, yet enclosed enough to strike contentment glad with open and shut hands. (Even a rose can be persuaded by the sun to spread open its delicate bud) [This message has been edited by Shelley (edited 03-14-2000).] |
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Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
Shelley, think I know the meaning of this. Interesting style you used, and the rose makes a good analogy. Glad your writing. |
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