Open Poetry #25 |
Mocking Cigarette |
brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
tired eyelashes become prison bars and my cigarette becomes a campfire blossoming in the distance -- my tribe in the desert and I am wandering out in the cold coyote dark a yearn that dares not bark for fear of dreams broken for old cattle skulls found yards from a water hole the night suffocates as the moon teases hinting at rhapsody and a spark rises from the far-off snapping of the dry mocking wood of my cigarette |
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punkrockerrobin
since 2001-05-15
Posts 1180Sparks, NV |
wow nice imagrey (sp) great style. woderful work dear keep it up!!!! robin i am who i am and that's all that i am and all i shall ever be and if you don't like who i am then leave! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
whoa! i love this! "eyelashes become prison bars"...wow! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
nice work Brian.. the imagery clear and it snaps itself as well as the reader to attention.. I enjoyed |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
You write as a shaman. This is gorgeous, felt like I followed your thoughts like following footprints in the snow. Remarkable writing....mmmmmmmmmmmme swoons. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Exellent write. Not what I would expect...Different for you. A voice with less gravel, more grit. |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
thanks all |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Brian - I could hear that snapping . . . this is amazing . . . xxoo |
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