Open Poetry #9 |
The Great Disappearing Act |
deb Junior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 44Reading, Pa., USA |
Your eyes as blue as the deepest sea Your hair the colour of the blackest night Your lips as pale as the pink morning clouds When can I touch you again.... Your skin resembling the shadow cast by the moon Your voice of reassurance through tone Your hands the guide of the lost Your form begins to fade.... I am watching me fall into invisible arms There can be no words for the absent And I have never felt so cold An image of life dissipates.... |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Enjoyed your poem... nicely written. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
A well written poem here deb... Of of the incredible lines: I am watching me fall into invisible arms wonderful.. regards, sudhir |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Enjoyed this...look forward to more. jwesley |
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English Rose Member
since 2000-08-20
Posts 211Berkshire, England |
mmmmmmmmm......I have fallen into a few invisible arms in my time Deb! Well written |
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deb Junior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 44Reading, Pa., USA |
Thanks to you all for taking the time to read! I always enjoy getting feedback on my writings. |
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