Open Poetry #12 |
To NT |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
We broke the night reflecting on existence. My pillow absorbed your scent, and I grew to hate the concepts of “space” and “distance,” for both are defined by the absence of you. We’re like two lines... or rather, two points, cursing the fortune, which one day fenced us,-- but no matter how many times we flip the coins, the probability, dear, remains against us. Stubborn fingers refuse to dial your number, protecting the ear, which now, dreads silence. I turn in my bed, -- less than half in slumber, as conscience confronts the drooping eyelids. But, even in dreams, the mercury laps the zero. And all that is left is to sit and observe the fleeting time in the rear view mirror and gasp when the road makes a sudden curve. ------------------ Check out more of my poetry here: http://www.unknownpoets.com/db/authors/master [This message has been edited by Master (edited 01-30-2001).] |
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Denise
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent poem, Master! Very well expressed! Denise |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you Denise, glad you liked it. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
we've all been there. . . the phone in our hand. . . should we, or shouldn't we?? excellent Master. . . ----------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Should I? lol Thanks Sven! Check out my poetry here: http://www.unknownpoets.com/db/authors/master |
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