Open Poetry #10 |
Lime our Bodies |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
We’re waiting, Bodies grown cold as the ground, Frost coat white In the night, Slow at decomposing found; We’re waiting. Sprinkle the white, Powered lime on icy frost, Long laying, Old slaying, Days since the spirit was lost, Lime us white, Send us to dust in the ground. Gloom 2000 Should be in the Dark Passions, but... |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I think it's fine right where it is, when I think of snow, I think of an immaculate blessing, no matter how dark the night is. "When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey."" Laurie Lee Kathleen |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Irish Rose, Glad you liked it here, I wrote it in response to a poem already posted here At Open #10, or just a part of a line actually. Gloom |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I find beauty in it my self but this beauty is cleverly coming back to meet me at the same place...good work!! |
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