Open Poetry #20 |
A letter to the rain |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Roses of dice tumble down, white as scripture marks unhoned. Pane face catches droplet kiss made of sunning dust-hue glow. Drooping head, we found sky's stream a healthy way to give to grief -- for us to trail our fingers through a stoneless spray of shivering. I write this poem in the white. I write this poem to the dirt. I write this poem, tracing fences, pointing up to open light. The sky, she shivers in her way. Colder ships of gray today. Tomorrow, maybe, strips of gold. Today's ribbons: strewn and sold. [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (05-01-2002 06:20 PM).] |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
I write this poem, tracing fences, pointing up to open light. The sky, she shivers in her way. Colder ships of gray today. Tomorrow, maybe, strips of gold. Today's ribbons: strewn and sold. This is one of those poems I was meant to read...today. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
bsquirrel, You make me pine for Oregon! Nice write. It's never too late to have a good childhood! Woohoo! |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Very lovely, the more I read, the more I want to.... Lauren~ ~Sinking fast into |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Needless to say, I was a tad depressed this morning. Tho I guess I could be pretentious and say "depressed this mourning." But I won't. Glad you all enjoyed. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Pane face catches droplet kiss made of sunning dust-hue glow. ============================== I write this poem in the white. I write this poem to the dirt. I write this poem, tracing fences, pointing up to open light. The sky, she shivers in her way. Colder ships of gray today. Tomorrow, maybe, strips of gold. Today's ribbons: strewn and sold. ============================== your imagery and symbolism always impress... as does the cutting edge of abstract and uniqueness that is always found in your poetry. Never cliche...never a worn out phrase, and always written with a subtle undercurrent of an ache that wont be quieted...which I personally am drawn to in poetry. Those last 2 lines are worth their weight in poetic gold. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
"Drooping head, we found sky's stream a healthy way to give to grief -- for us to trail our fingers through a stoneless spray of shivering" Great writing! |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"The sky, she shivers in her way." a bit north of you, the clouds tease me, hinting rain....then....making me wait, and hope....I liked this very much |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Glad you all enjoyed. Immer. |
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