Open Poetry #14 |
Dreams She Said v4 |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
“I’ve become too old for Dreams” The day became too hot for the bird’s song, In quiet she stopped her rocking along, No other voice sings or measure to keep So alone on the patio she’ll sleep. From her chair, soft swirling in memories. Shadows shorten to the height of the noon, Reveals flowers who’ve taken time to bloom, To air conditioned refuge she’s taken, The summer garden for now forsaken. Ever there, soft swirling in memories. Cool drifts into her bones covered lightly, Curtained sunlight still bathes the room brightly, Thoughts slows back to a distant time and place, When and where she dreamed with a youthful face. Gloom |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
never too old to dream...nice~ "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Yes, this likes me very much.... |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Nakdthoughts, I am pleased you enjoyed. Thank you, Lady in White, Glad you like my words. Gloom |
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