Open Poetry #16 |
struck |
JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
Still the motion catches my eye a key, a blade, I know not which till the falling of black stones crosses my vision, blotted with blossoms of red, speading freely loosed from long time vessels and a heart still full of love and a mind with ambition but never will they occur as my head strikes the pavement |
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The Lady of Shallot Senior Member
since 2001-10-03
Posts 818USA |
I can't believe no one responded to this, it is wonderfully specific and fresh! |
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arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
striking in more ways than one arthur |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
A perfectly penned attack on the senses here. I hope this was not an actuality and just a very vivid piece. It felt fatal! Sincerely, Regina |
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