Open Poetry #8 |
Pillow Of Clay |
gem Junior Member
since 2000-07-18
Posts 39 |
She awakens her dreams to produce a new day. Her dreams left behind under a pillow of clay. She walks through the present, through freshly cut thorns; walks to a stream to release bleeding footprints of scorn. She sits by its waters. The suns reflection her eyes have caught. She forms a cup with slender hands to consume the suns beauty, but tastes only bitterness.. the stream contains salt. She meanders, now, through a forest where upon her slender form shadows are cast. She walks onward though, for except her tiny footprints, there lies no past. The sun is journeying downward, preparing for its next tomorrow. She'd rather see it stay, but it leaves her without sorrow. Lying in her sunless surroundings, she remembers her passing day. She dreams of bleeding thorns and salty sun rays, while her head rests peacefully upon her pillow of clay. Gem |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
gem, May tomorrows' suns bring to you rays of hope and may your pillow of clay soften from the warmth of your thoughts and give you peaceful rest 'til the next morning dawns. *enjoyed your words, ~~soft smiles Maureen |
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