Open Poetry #25 |
Sometimes |
Fauxreal Junior Member
since 2003-02-16
Posts 38 |
Sometimes the quiet Seems too loud The crisp autumn breeze So well endowed With the sound... Of change. Sometimes the days They seem too short With nothing left But night's report Of how lonely winter's been- And will be again. Sometimes feels like all the time When there's nothing left to say No more delirious laughter Or silly games to play Sometimes feels like all the time When youth has run away taken fond memories with it- And you know it's not coming back Some other day... When it's not raining. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I love the visions and wisdom found in these words. Very nicely done. Nice to read you I must have had my momma's will |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Substantial...James |
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angsana Member
since 2002-11-11
Posts 77 |
Full of beautiful meanings... angsana |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Very nicely done...wonderful imagery. ~Hugs~ ~ Trace my body with your words.. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I love the expressed feelings in this piece. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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