Open Poetry #15 |
better this year. |
aurora rain Member
since 2000-11-15
Posts 90 |
i was exact this morning. fifty-five cents in change, heart clung to pocket in a leaden despair never here, never there-- never across the shore, like i'd hoped. and i didn't know. the calender never changes. the pages never turn. the year is never over but this year's love is like a dishtowel, binding, binding my hands to a promise across a heart i swore i could never reach a day i swore would never come a light i swore i'd never see a response so calculating i'd swear it came from someone else (was it something i said?) this year was the year i'd fall in love. encircled in black, the calendar's even marked. and then. i said nothing at all. because your eyes flew over mine the way pelicans do before a rain and your heart stumbled over mine the way angels stumble over sin. and nothing here fits but i promise. i'll be better this year. |
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MoonShadow Senior Member
since 2001-08-02
Posts 943Dark side of the Moon. |
Would that we could plan so. Nice write. |
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shadow of the fall Member
since 2001-08-13
Posts 83Indiana |
your words beg to be read over and over. This is wonderful. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
nothing fits here...boy, do I know the feeling of that! |
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aurora rain Member
since 2000-11-15
Posts 90 |
well.....thank you. i'm very rusty, havent posted in awhile...here anyway |
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