Open Poetry #15 |
Heel Nipping |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
She rocked Heel to toe In steady rhythm Glazed eyes Looking backwards Into a forgotten time When all the rhythms Were comforting Heel to toe Forwards and back Never present Never still Afraid to stop For fear of Death’s Catching Up to Her Heels |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Ah...no wonder a woman rocks a babe in her arms....no matter whose.... |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Seems you've been inspired by a particular thought/experience recently, Ron... Keeping true to your "formula": powerful description + poignant thought - too many words = Cpat Hair. -MVS "It's all in the details -- the Big Picture always takes care of itself." |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Trance like...perhaps I'll try it. |
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SmittenKitten Senior Member
since 2001-06-20
Posts 1131where the sky and horizon meet |
This poem is so familiar...I've been there, done that....yet I would never have found the words to describe it as you have. Beautiful Ron... ~Krista "Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
This one makes me want to run and hide. Very mysterious and lurking. Sincerely, Regina |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
CPatHair~ Ohhhhhhhhhhh .... how this recognizes me~ You are cradling a touching muse~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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