Open Poetry #18 |
One Pillow |
Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
One Pillow ~~~ The hour close to darkest night though rest I rarely sow there Is seldom more than passing spite since light refused to glow there Elusive facts expressed distracts and ultimately love reacts Companions meant to be in fact ... Will very seldom grow there ~~~ |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sometimes it's worth a read, or two, to extract the full meaning of feathered comfort...well done. And good to have you back home. You've been missed... |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
can't pick out what I like most about this... because I felt it all. ~Wynter "For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. |
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Canuckster Member
since 2002-01-09
Posts 285New Mexico, USA |
If it weren't for the fact that I enjoyed this poem and can see real talent in putting it together form-wise, I'd be constrained to reply to a resident of the city I was born in. Well done sir. The words ring trus and the constuction only serve to increase their impact. |
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