Open Poetry #13 |
The Flood |
Heartstarter Junior Member
since 2001-03-14
Posts 39 |
I had a jelly glass when I was little, short,squat thing, thick and imperfect; covered with polka-dots of every color. I remember holding it, fingers strangely fat above the milk line, magnifying the hills and valleys of my hand land. I looked forward to my glass of breakfast milk, because when I turned it up, it flooded through the hills and valleys, and the polka-dots looked like tiny bright heads bobbing along on a creamy river. |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
CLAPPING!!! Bob |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Yes! Applause! Well Done. 1derful Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
woohoo!!! i've discovered a new poet on the blue pages with a talent for verbiage, an imagination, a vivid memory.... and a wit in presentation & style.... wonderfully done! -There is no Devil. Just God when He drinks. - Tom Waits |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I had a glass like that!!!!!! Kathleen Blake |
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