Open Poetry #9 |
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What's Wrong with this Picture |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware ![]() |
Seven more days Seven more days till I'm by the water Salt air washing my lungs Waves cleansing the city from me Digging my toes like roots in the sand Stretching out the road Pedaling free, one with the breeze A rare summer, a second week Another chance to dance with the dolphins Seven more evenings to watch The sunset paint the sky, The moon gradually turn blue Stars fall beyond my glass Nights so quiet all one hears are the waves Yet my ears pick up I don't hear your slow even breathing But snoring I don't feel your fingers Laced with mine And I won't wake to your smile That's what's wrong with this picture |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Hi Wil....The scene can be a sandy beach and lots of lovely sunsets, but if the one you love is somewhere else, it's easy to be lonely....I really like the way you write. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
I like the contrast in emotion this piece can evoke, as the poem progresses. Fine writing! ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Lovely Bill...I enjoyed the imagery here.. |
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