Open Poetry #20 |
taken by the zephyr |
lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
in sleepy slumber I run to hide where message is hidden behind closed eyes while another day goes by and I don’t understand reasons why I’m taken by the zephyr and like the wheat blown in wind and all the chafe times as faces of love drifted and shifted to places somewhere gone I want to leave an innuendo in the tree covered dales with seasons I want to think there’s a reason I counted all the tears when the years were lone and everything in my heart was dark and no one could read or listen and there was nothing to write it on Writing isn't just something I do, it's something I am. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
You don't have to worry about writing innuendos -- even the shape and structure of this piece is one. Loved it. |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Dale You always touch my heart! |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(sigh) I just love your wonderful unique style of writing, sweet friend, I ust love how your words funnel into a tornado of emotions that spill all across these pages! (big hugggsssssss) This is powerful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Dale, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lucky~ LOVE THIS ! 'like the wheat blown in wind and all the chafe times as faces of love drifted and shifted to places somewhere gone I want to leave an innuendo in the tree covered dales with seasons I want to think there’s a reason I counted all the tears when the years were lone and everything in my heart was dark and no one could read or listen and there was nothing to write it on' I am sure your message was written on the wind many times ... and has blown home on the next breeze~ Love you ... miss you~ My regards always to Rosemary and the family~ *Neat signature, by the way ~ *HUGS* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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