Open Poetry #12 |
Fall |
Possum Junior Member
since 2001-03-20
Posts 23 |
The breeze blows soft and warm Its cold in here The beautiful trees mark the fall sky with their colors In here I see only black and white The window panes streak with the cool bitter rain The rain that will never feel my cheeks The crash of the thunder And the crack that lights up the night sky Will never resound or rumble through this body Quiet in my mind Lonely in my soul I walk around this space A sad little troll |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Possum, I enjoyed reading "...the window panes streak.." What is it about rain on the windows, the random drops that eventually become rivulets? I think you may have inspired me to tackle something along those lines. Thanks much. Bob |
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thecraig Member
since 2001-03-11
Posts 223 |
Hard to change with the seasons |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Loss by any other name is loss just the same. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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