Open Poetry #20 |
Myst to Reign |
nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I love the sound, the rain trickling down, memories straining to rise of a time walking in puddles, dancing in the splashes, daring cars to close in on the curb. I love the feel, of warm soaking rains, the smell of its heaviness in the air, the walks hand in hand, the wet taste of lips, the feel of your warmth coming through your layers to mine. This is a Spring of dampness, a needed cleansing of earth, of soul. I wait for that moment when we can walk through the myst, feel its reign touching us, while inside the tears of our past, soak inward.. leaving no traces in our mind. M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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elfin_tigress Member
since 2002-05-15
Posts 101Someplace |
I love the rain. Actually, it was raining when I read this, so it was even more sweet to me. A very nice read. Thanks! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Maureen, A delightful write to read, enjoyed. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Eloquent telling of a need so deep, it's like life... Loved this. She said burn ... together. |
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