Open Poetry #15 |
her best white dress |
aurora rain Member
since 2000-11-15
Posts 90 |
she tells me “dear, go put on your best white dress” the one hanging in the closet solemnly and without a wrinkle put it on and maybe this will all be right put it on the way the stars in this sky put on a show, revelling and reckoning, beaming and gleaming in this twilight so I put it on and he looks at me and says ‘I know you from somewhere; aren’t you that angel that lives downstairs?’ bitter smile, bitter eyes, bitter promises and I say ‘yes’ though I’m not an angel though it’s just the dress and he says it looks as though I could cure the masses with my hope, that I could heal the wounded with my submarine eyes and I could calm the universe with my “n'est-ce pas…” smile and no, I don’t speak French. don’t speak French. and when he says these things about me I just tell him I can prove him wrong ‘you’re beautiful’ he says and I’m only just trying to keep breathing [This message has been edited by aurora rain (edited 09-21-2001).] |
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songstress51 Junior Member
since 2001-09-15
Posts 17Anytown, USA |
this is a very good piece. I could feel your anomosity growing throughout... Nice job. run around the world |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Wonderful....James |
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