Open Poetry #15 |
Pool of Memory |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Ice creased dredged dragging of stone over stone by layers of snow never melting rain pooled leavings now collected eons later offer relief to the few that know where to look Oasis no palms or psalm sung to these the scattered tribes found No longer they roam but still the creases remain to quench the wary throat Dipping a hand I taste the past |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I hope the stream of memory was a good, long, cool, swallow.... I enjoyed this! |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
We need only know where to look indeed - Enfolded in the crease of time. I enjoyed this muchly... |
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illusion Member
since 2001-06-19
Posts 296 |
So many never care to look - so their souls are never fed. This is beautiful and thought-provoking. I like it very much. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
ah, yes, in the creases, in the folds lie memories profound lovely piece |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
Dipping a hand I taist the past ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Great ending! Thank You |
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