Open Poetry #20 |
residue of storm |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
street lights are white holes in a night sky the cold before dawn moves like a gypsy's skirt with no sound just wind and some unknown perfume birds with no eyes fly there as crooked lines that could be clouds if morning wasn't dancing rain has left her card in the gutter with the cards left by other storms wanting to be discovered as rivers... ©Dark |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
As always An interesting perspective on events, Another enjoyable poem. Gloom |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
very nice images created from so few words... I have seen this and you add a flavor to it that lets me savor what at times is a bit on the unsavory side... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Dark Stranger And the symbols clash as the day goes on. Enjoyed. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
The imagery of this is amazing...I read it three times, and enjoyed each line.... a little more, please... |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Gloom, thank you my friend..I appreciate you reviews Cpat, humble thanks sir, so pleased you enjoyed this. Sy, you bless me with your reads and comments, thank you Sunshine, just a small spoonful at a time, will it make you want more? Hope so. Thank you for the visit..and Good Morning |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Dark Stranger, you paint imaged mastery everytime. Amazing! Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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