Open Poetry #20 |
Struck |
JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
Still motion catches my eye a key, a blade I know not which the falling of black stones crosses my vision blotted with blossoms I spread freely blood loosed from their long time vessels and a heart still full of love and a mind with ambition can attain powerful dreams but never will they occur as my head strikes the pavement |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Ouch! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Ditto the Interloper's reply. Almost gentle in its pain. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
boy, this one makes me wanna watch my drink very closely |
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