Open Poetry #13 |
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helen smith Member
since 2001-03-12
Posts 240 |
She twists her rings while dreamimng. Gaudy diamonds flash upon her hand . She thinks. She should have left them home. Yes .. and the golden band . He watches missing nothing. Though his eyes are fixed ahead. He reads the signs along the highway. Reading signs now..would she lie upon his bed ? The winking neons all are grinning . Enticing .offering of their wicked way. And he knows she's in a quandary. And she's thinking..will she play? She draws her skirt down tightly. Thinking , twisting.She is really only clay. He leaves the straight and narrow. What will everybody say ? A comforting touch. He reaches. Searching fingers find her hand . All her diamonds ?They have vanished . Nothing.Naked.Bare now ..even of the golden band . |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
this is so real (small spelling - dreaming) I enjoyed it!!! Kathleen Blake |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
So much said in so few words. This is very good writing. Michael Proust- |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Thought provoking departure...enjoyed! |
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Waseem Cheema Member
since 2001-03-16
Posts 369Pakistan |
Your poem is too like the DIAMONDS.. very expensive thinking, very cute wording and every thing ....... I love to nice poetry. |
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