Open Poetry #6 |
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Chris Goodman Member
since 2000-01-28
Posts 92Issaquah, Washington usa |
Taste it < !signature-->lick my burning face shake walls that bleed your name when I lie at dawn waiting for dusk I smell the musk that comes in from the outside to discover the inside rattle my bones with drum & snare make love like whiskey chasing down south with limes and lemons clenching to tongues as salt cleans up all the mess left from nights passed on and futures gone with the wind and the rain it soothes pain which linger on frames that hold you again when time becomes your friend enter into me and shelter your thoughts with stone layers and red brick rock since i will be waiting where I always am where dawn fades slowly & dusk settles in Blue Moon [This message has been edited by Chris Goodman (edited 02-19-2000).] |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
I haven't been hanging around here much lately...so I haven't read anything you've written until now. It is wonderful to see a free verse poet posting such valid, creative work. Thank you for the read and I will look forward to reading more. dp |
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Chris Goodman Member
since 2000-01-28
Posts 92Issaquah, Washington usa |
I never really ever considered myself a poet, but I am having so much finding things that I haven't discovered. Everyone here is so very talented and open. I feel right at home. Thanks for being so nice. Chris Blue Moon |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Your images meld into a cohesive, storied whole. I've only read two of your poems, and I can already tell you I'll be looking for yr work again. Mike |
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